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Those whose suffering is due to love are, as we say of certain invalids, their own physicians.
Marcel Proust
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Marcel Proust
Age: 51 †
Born: 1871
Born: July 10
Died: 1922
Died: November 18
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They like my books better in England than in France a translation would be very successful there.
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It is not only by dint of lying to others, but also of lying to ourselves, that we cease to notice that we are lying.
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There is no more ridiculous custom than the one that makes you express sympathy once and for all on a given day to a person whose sorrow will endure as long as his life. Such grief, felt in such a way is always present, it is never too late to talk about it, never repetitious to mention it again.
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The loss of a sense adds as much beauty to the world as its acquisition.
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No exile at the South Pole or on the summit of Mont Blanc separates us more effectively from others than the practice of a hidden vice.
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