They never lynch children, babies, no matter what they do they are whitewashed in advance.

How can one better magnify the Almighty than by sniggering with him at his little jokes, particularly the poorer ones?

The end is in the beginning and yet you go on.

Life is habit. Or rather life is a succession of habits.

Hardly had the glow been kindled by some good deed on your part or by some little triumph over your rivals or by a word of praisefrom your parents or mentors when it would begin to cool and fade leaving you in a very short time as chill and dim as before.

Habit is a compromise effected between an individual and his environment.

Friendship, according to Proust, is the negation of that irremediable solitude to which every human being is condemned.