It is false to believe that the scale of fears corresponds to that of the dangers which inspire them. One might be frightened of sleeplessness and ye… - Marcel Proust

We passionately long for there to 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 once were, to what we wished to remain immortally. Even without supposing that death is to alter us more completely than the changes that occur in the course of our lives, if in that other life we were to encounter the self that we have been, we should turn away from ourselves as from those people with whom we were once on friendly terms but whom we have not seen for years… We dream much of a paradise, or rather of a number of successive paradises, but each of them is, long before we die, a paradise lost, in which we should feel ourselves lost too.

Adultery breathes new life into marriages which have been left for dead.

A work in which there are theories is like an object which still has its price-tag on.