And once the novelist has brought us to this state, in which, as in all purely mental states, every emotion is multiplied ten-fold, into which his bo… - Marcel Proust

The bonds that unite another person to ourself exist only in our mind. Memory as it grows fainter relaxes them, and notwithstanding the illusion by which we would fain be cheated and with which, out of love, friendship, politeness, deference, duty, we cheat other people, we exist alone. Man is the creature that cannot emerge from himself, that knows his fellows only in himself; when he asserts the contrary, he is lying.

We passionately long that there may be another life in which we shall be similar to what we are here below. But we do not pause to reflect that, even without waiting for that other life, in this life, after a few years we are unfaithful to what we have been, to what we wished to remain immortally.

One cannot change, that is to say become a different person, while continuing to acquiesce to the feelings of the person one has ceased to be.