When we are in love, our love is too big a thing for us to be able altogether to contain it within ourselves. It radiates towards the loved one, find… - Marcel Proust

L'adultère introduit l'esprit dans la lettre que bien souvent le mariage eût laissée morte.

For a long time I used to go to bed early. Sometimes, when I had put out my candle, my eyes would close so quickly that I had not even time to say “I’m going to sleep.” And half an hour later the thought that it was time to go to sleep would awaken me; I would try to put away the book which, I imagined, was still in my hands, and to blow out the light; I had been thinking all the time, while I was asleep, of what I had just been reading, but my thoughts had run into a channel of their own, until I myself seemed actually to have become the subject of my book:

As long as men are free to ask what they must, free to say what they think, free to think what they will, freedom can never be lost and science can never regress.