It is always during a passing state of mind that we make lasting resolutions. - Marcel Proust

It is grief that develops the powers of the mind.

Il n'y avait pas d'anormaux quand l'homosexualité était la norme.

We fall in love for a smile, a glance, a bare shoulder. That is enough; then, in the long hours of hope or sorrow, we fabricate a person, we compose a character. And when later on we see much of the beloved person, we can no longer, whatever the cruel reality that confronts us, strip off that good character, that nature of a woman who loves us, from the person who bestows that glance, bares that shoulder, than we can when she has grown old eliminate her youthful face from a person whom we have known since her girlhood.