The features of our face are hardly more than gestures which force of habit has made permanent. Nature, like the destruction of Pompeii, like the met… - Marcel Proust

The features of our face are hardly more than gestures become, by habit, permanent.

And each time the cowardice that deters us from every difficult task, every important enterprise, has urged me to leave the thing alone, to drink my tea and to think merely of the worries of today and my hopes for tomorrow, which can be brooded over painlessly.

For in this worldof ours where everything withers, everything perishes, there is a thing that decays, that crumbles into dust even more completely, leaving behind, still fewer traces of itself, than beauty: namely, grief.

I wished to see storms only on those coasts where they raged with most violence...