We don't receive wisdom we must discover it for ourselves. - Marcel Proust

Only that issues from ourselves which we ourselves extract from the darkness within ourselves and which is unknown to others.

Le temps dont nous disposons chaque jour est élastique; les passions que nous ressentons le dilatent, celles que nous inspirons le rétrécissent et l'habitude le remplit.

For there is in this world in which everything wears out, everything perishes, one thing that crumbles into dust, that destroys itself still more completely, leaving behind still fewer traces of itself than Beauty: namely Grief.