لا يمكننا أن نحظى بالحكمة من أي حد , بل علينا أكتشافها بانفسنا خلال رحلة لن يأخذنا اليها احد ولن يتمكن احد من حرماننا اياها. - Marcel Proust

…the warm glazes, the sparkling penumbra of the room itself and, through the little window framed with honeysuckle, in the rustic avenue, the resilient dryness of the sun-parched earth, veiled only by the diaphanous gauze woven of distance and the shade of the trees.

An hour is not merely an hour; it is a vase full of scents and sounds and projects and climates.

Who cannot recall, as I can, the reading they did in the holidays, which one would conceal successively in all those hours of the day peaceful and inviolable enough to be able to afford it refuge?