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The paradoxes of today are the prejudices of tomorrow, since the most benighted and the most deplorable prejudices have had their moment of novelty when fashion lent them its fragile grace.
Marcel Proust
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Marcel Proust
Age: 51 †
Born: 1871
Born: July 10
Died: 1922
Died: November 18
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People who laugh so heartily at what they themselves have said, when it is not funny, dispense us accordingly, by taking upon themselves the responsibility for the mirth, from joining in it.
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That translucent alabaster of our memories.
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The most powerful soporific is sleep itself.
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L'ide e qu'on mourra est plus cruelle que mourir, mais moins que l'ide e qu'un autre est mort. The idea of dying is worse than dying itself, but less cruel than the idea that another has died.
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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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A work in which there are theories is like an object which still has the ticket that shows its price.
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There is no man, however wise, who has not at some period of his youth said things, or lived in a way the consciousness of which is so unpleasant to him in later life that he would gladly, if he could, expunge it from his memory.
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In a separation it is the one who is not really in love who says the more tender things.
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She was a woman of uncertain age.
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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.
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A picture's beauty does not depend on the things portrayed in it.
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Friendship is in the end no more than: . . . a lie which seeks to make us believe that we are not irremediably alone.
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We think and name in one world, we live and feel in another.
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A man may have spent his life among the great ones of the earth, who to him have been merely boring relatives or tedious acquaintances because a familiarity engendered in the cradle had stripped them of all glamour in his eyes.
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