"Let us be grateful to people who make us happy, they are the charming gardeners who make our souls blossom."
"No days, perhaps, of all our childhood are ever so fully lived as those that we had regarded as not being lived at all: days spent wholly with a favourite book. Everything that seemed to fill them full for others we pushed aside, because it stood between us and the pleasures of the Gods."
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Source: Marcel Proust (1948). “Marcel Proust: A Selection from His Miscellaneous Writings”
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