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The bonds that unite another person to our self exist only in our mind.
Marcel Proust
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Marcel Proust
Age: 51 †
Born: 1871
Born: July 10
Died: 1922
Died: November 18
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Let a prize lower my position, if it causes me to be read that I prefer immediately to all the honors.
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