It is illness that makes us recognize that we do not live in isolation but are chained to a being from a different realm, worlds apart from us and by… - Marcel Proust

It is in moments of illness that we are compelled to recognize that we live not alone but chained to a creature of a different kingdom, whole worlds apart, who has no knowledge of us and by whom it is impossible to make ourselves understood: our body.

And then, gradually, the memory of her would fade away, I had forgotten the girl of my dream.

When we have passed a certain age, the soul of the child that we were and the souls of the dead from whom we sprang come and shower upon us their riches and their spells, asking to be allowed to contribute to the new emotions which we feel and in which, erasing their former image, we recast them in an original creation.

As soon as one is unhappy one becomes moral.