A picture’s beauty does not depend on the things portrayed in it. - Marcel Proust

But one never finds a cathedral, a wave in a storm, a dancer's leap in the air quite as high as one has been expecting;

We exist only by virtue of what we possess, we possess only what is really present to us, and many of our memories, our moods, our ideas sail away on a voyage of their own until they are lost to sight! Then we can no longer take them into account in the total which is our personality. But they know of secret paths by which to return to us.

Longtemps, je me suis couché de bonne heure.