The time which we have at our disposal every day is elastic; the passions that we feel expand it, those that we inspire contract it; and habit fills up what remains.
~ Marcel Proust

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In love, happiness is an abnormal state.
~ Marcel Proust

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Happiness is beneficial for the body but it is grief that develops the powers of the mind.
~ Marcel Proust

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This labour of the artist to discover a means of apprehending beneath matter and experience, beneath words, something different from their appearance, is of an exactly contrary nature to the operation in which pride, passion, intelligence and habit are constantly engaged within us when we spend our lives without self-communion, accumulating as though to hide our true impressions, the terminology for practical ends which we falsely call life.
~ Marcel Proust

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What artists call posterity is the posterity of the work of art.
~ Marcel Proust

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