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61 " The breath of the enchanted wind mingles the fresh scent of the lilacs with the fragrance of the past. "
― Marcel Proust , Pleasures and Days
62 " Like an inspired and prolific poet, who never refuses to spread beauty to the humblest places, which until now did not seem to share the domain of art, the sun still warmed the bountiful energy of the dung heap, of the unevenly paved yard, and of the pear tree worn down like an old serving maid. "
63 " Ambition is more intoxicating than fame; desire makes all things blossom, possession wilts them; it is better to dream your life than to live it, even if living it means dreaming it, though both less mysteriously and less vividly, in a murky and sluggish dream, like the straggling dream in the feeble awareness of ruminant creatures. "
64 " Life is like that little sweetheart. We dream it and we love it in dreaming it. We should not try to live it: otherwise, like that little boy, we will plunge into stupidity, though not at one swoop, for in life everything degenerates by imperceptible nuances. At the end of ten years we no longer recognize our dreams; we deny them, we live, like a cow, for the grass we are grazing on at the moment. And who knows if our wedding with death might not lead to our conscious immortality? "
65 " She lived her life, but I may have been the only one to dream it. "
66 " The sad work of a true artist speaks to us in that tone of people who have suffered, who force anyone who has suffered to drop everything and listen. "
67 " the object of her most trivial thoughts, and the goal of her most important actions "
68 " To a person who loves, is not absence the most certain, the most effective, the most durable, the most indestructible, the most faithful of presences? "