One can seldom admire what one loves. - Marcel Proust

If at least, time enough were alloted to me to accomplish my work, I would not fail to mark it with the seal of Time, the idea of which imposed itself upon me with so much force to-day, and I would therein describe men, if need be, as monsters occupying a place in Time infinitely more important than the restricted one reserved for them in space, a place, on the contrary, prolonged immeasurably since, simultaneously touching widely separated years and the distant periods they have lived through — between which so many days have ranged themselves — they stand like giants immersed in Time.

As soon as one is unhappy one becomes moral.

If a little dreaming is dangerous, the cure for it is not to dream less, but to dream more, to dream all the time.