The real voyage of discovery consists not in seeking new lands but seeing with new eyes. — Marcel Proust. French novelist, literary critic, and essayist (1871–1922)
We don't receive wisdom; we must discover it for ourselves after a journey that no one can take for us or spare us.
Illness is the doctor to whom we pay most heed; to kindness, to knowledge, we make promise only; pain we obey.
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.