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Illness is the doctor to whom we pay most heed to kindness, to knowledge, we make promise only pain we obey.
Marcel Proust
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Marcel Proust
Age: 51 †
Born: 1871
Born: July 10
Died: 1922
Died: November 18
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A picture's beauty does not depend on the things portrayed in it.
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It comes so soon, the moment when there is nothing left to wait for.
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Reading is that fruitful miracle of a communication in the midst of solitude.
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I had come in time to learn that it was a mistake to smile a friendly smile when somebody made a fool of me.
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Do you suppose that it is within your power to insult me? You evidently are not aware to whom you are speaking? Do you imagine that the envenomed spittle of five hundred little gentlemen of your type, heaped one upon another, would succeed in slobbering so much as the tips of my august toes?
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We must love men more than things, and I admire and weep more for the soldiers than for the churches which were only the recording of an heroic gesture which today is reenacted at every moment.
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What barrier is so insurmountable as silence?
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