Marcel Proust (Born in Paris, 10 July, 1871)


Habit is a second nature which prevents us from knowing the first,of which it has neither the cruelties nor the enchantments.

The real voyage of discovery consists not of seeking new landscapes, but in having new eyes.

Like everybody who is not in love, he thought one chose the person to be loved after endless deliberations and on the basis of particular qualities or advantages.