عشق احساسي است كه انگيزه اش هر چه باشد هميشه اشتباهي است در عشق بايد يا رنج نكشيدن را انتخاب كرد يا دوست نداشتن را - Marcel Proust

Our shadows, now parallel, now close together and joined, traced an exquisite pattern at our feet.

Even from the simplest, the most realistic point of view, the countries which we long for occupy, at any given moment, a far larger place in our actual life than the country in which we happen to be.

In the case of the solitary, his seclusion, even when it is absolute and ends only with life itself, has often as its primary cause a disordered love of the crowd, which so far overruled every other feeling that, not being able to win, when he goes out, the admiration of his hall-porter, of the passers-by, of the cabman whom he hails, he prefers not to be seen by them at all, and with that object abandons every activity that would oblige him to go out of doors.