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More from Marcel Proust

Time passes, and little by little everything that we have spoken in falsehood becomes true.

"The Fugitive," vol. 3, Remembrance of Things Past (1925), trans. by Terence Kilmartin (1981).

We say that the hour of death cannot be forecast, but when we say this we imagine that hour as placed in an obscure and distant future. It never occurs to us that it has any connection with the day already begun or that death could arrive this same afternoon, this afternoon which is so certain and which has every hour filled in advance.

"The Guermantes Way," vol. 6, pt. 2, ch. 1, Remembrance of Things Past (1921).

Everything great in the world comes from neurotics. They alone have founded our religions and composed our masterpieces.

"The Guermantes Way," pt. 1, Remembrance of Things Past, vol. 5 (1921), trans. by Scott Moncrieff (1925).

A change in the weather is sufficient to recreate the world and ourselves.

"The Guermantes Way," pt. 2, ch. 2, Remembrance of Things Past, vol. 6 (1921), cit. By Ronald and Colette Cortie (1988).

I blame the newspapers because every day they call our attention to insignificant things, while three or four times in our lives, we read books that contain essential things. Once we feverishly tear the band of paper enclosing our newspapers, things should change and we should find—I do not know—the Pensées by Pascal!

Nouvelle Revue Française (1913)