We are all of us obliged, if we are to make reality endurable, to nurse a few little follies in ourselves. - Marcel Proust

If we are to make reality endurable, we must all nourish a fantasy or two.

I would be astonished to find myself in a state of darkness, pleasant and restful enough for the eyes, and even more, perhaps, for my mind, to which it appeared incomprehensible, without a cause, a matter dark indeed.

Out of the fresh little green hearts of their foliage the lilacs raised inquisitively over the fence of the park their plumes of white or purple blossom, which glowed, even in the shade, with the sunlight in which they had been bathed.

My destination is no longer a place, rather a new way of seeing.