We may talk for a lifetime without doing more than indefinitely repeat the vacuity of a minute. - Marcel Proust

...the rule among the human race – a rule that naturally admits of exceptions – is that the reputedly hard are the weak whom nobody wanted, and that the strong, caring little whether they are wanted or not, have alone that gentleness which the vulgar herd mistakes for weakness.

Quant au bonheur, il n’a presque qu’une seule utilité, rendre le malheur possible.

Reality is never more than a first step towards an unknown on the road to which one can never progress very far.