Marcel-proust Quotes

This compulsion to an activity without respite, without variety, without result was so cruel that on...

Many years have passed since that night. The wall of the staircase up which I had watched the light ...

He suffered greatly from being shut up among all these people whose stupidity and absurdities wounde...

He had so long since ceased to direct his life toward any ideal goal, and had confined himself to th...

Creating is living doubly. The groping, anxious quest of a Proust, his meticulous collecting of flow...