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Error, by force of contrast, enhances the triumph of Truth.
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 work should convey its entire meaning by itself, imposing it on the spectator even before he knows what the subject is.
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Our vanity, our passions, our spirit of imitation, our abstract intelligence, our habits have long been at work, and it is the task of art to undo this work of theirs, making us travel back in the direction from which we have come to the depths where what has really existed lies unknown within us.
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It is a mistake to speak of a bad choice in love, since, as soon as a choice exists, it can only be bad.
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We are ordinarily so indifferent to people that when we have invested one of them with the possibility of giving us joy, or suffering, it seems as if he must belong to some other universe, he is imbued with poetry.
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Having a body is in itself the greatest threat to the mind... The body encloses the mind in a fortress before long the mind is besieged on all sides, and in the end the mind has to give itself up.
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But sometimes the future is latent in us without our knowing it, and our supposedly lying words foreshadow an imminent reality.
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To be an artist is to fail, as no other dare to fail... failure is his world and the shrink from it desertion
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It is only with the passions of others that we are ever really familiar, and what we come to discover about our own can only be learned from them.
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Reality is never more than a first step towards an unknown on the road to which one can never progress very far.
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And so when studying faces, we do indeed measure them, but as painters, not as surveyors.
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We are at times too ready to believe that the present is the only possible state of things.
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A little tap at the window, as though some missile had struck it, followed by a plentiful, falling sound, as light, though, as if a shower of sand were being sprinkled from a window overhead then the fall spread, took on an order, a rhythm, became liquid, loud, drumming, musical, innumerable, universal. It was the rain
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