Illness is the doctor to whom we pay most heed; to kindness, to knowledge, we make promise only; pain we obey. — Marcel Proust. French novelist, literary critic, and essayist (1871–1922) Miscellaneous
People who are not in love fail to understand how an intelligent man can suffer because of a very ordinary woman. This is like being surprised that anyone should be stricken with cholera because of a creature so insignificant as the comma bacillus.
Let us be grateful to people who make us happy, they are the charming gardeners who make our souls blossom.
We don't receive wisdom; we must discover it for ourselves after a journey that no one can take for us or spare us.