"Let us be grateful to people who make us happy, they are the charming gardeners who make our souls blossom."
"The artist who gives up an hour of work for an hour of conversation with a friend knows that he is sacrificing a reality for something that does not exist (our friends being friends only in the light of an agreeable folly which travels with us through life and to which we readily accommodate ourselves, but which at the bottom of our hearts we know to be no more reasonable than the delusion of the man who talks to the furniture because he believes that it is alive.)."
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Source: Marcel Proust (1970). “The past recaptured”, Random House (NY)
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