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“Le seul véritable voyage, le seul bain de Jouvence, ce ne serait pas d'aller vers de nouveaux paysages, mais d'avoir d'autres yeux, de voir l'univers avec les yeux d'un autre, de cent autres, de voir les cent univers que chacun d'eux voit, que chacun d'eux est;”
― Marcel Proust, La Prisonnière

“On ne reçoit pas la sagesse, il faut la découvrir soi-même après un trajet que personne ne peut faire pour nous, ne peut nous épargner.”
― Marcel Proust, In the Shadow of Young Girls in Flower

“Le Néant est bien supérieur au Paradis – le Paradis est une amélioration, le Néant, une perfection…”
― Georges Clemenceau

“Wozu Türme bauen wie der Himalaja
Wenn man sie nicht umwerfen kann
Damit es ein Gelächter gibt?”
― Bertolt Brecht, Aufstieg und Fall der Stadt Mahagonny

“Alone, I often fall down into nothingness. I must push my foot stealthily lest I should fall off the edge of the world into nothingness. I have to bang my head against some hard door to call myself back to the body.”
― Virginia Woolf, The Waves

“Beginning to think is beginning to be undermined. Society has but little connection with such beginnings. The worm is in man's heart. That is where it must be sought. One must follow and understand this fatal game that leads from lucidity in the face of existence to flight from light.”
― Albert Camus, The Myth of Sisyphus and Other Essays

“Das Nichts hat sich ermordet, die Schöpfung ist seine Wunde, wir sind seine Blutstropfen, die Welt ist das Grab, worin es fault.”
― Georg Büchner, Dantons Tod

“The wound kills that does not bleed.”
― Wallace Stevens

“Ideas are to objects as constellations are to stars [translated from Trauerspiel, 1928].”
― Walter Benjamin, The Origin of German Tragic Drama

“It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity, it was the season of light, it was the season of darkness, it was the spring of hope, it was the winter of despair.”
― Charles Dickens, A Tale of Two Cities