Instead Of Seeking New Landscapes, Develop New

Memory Nourishes The Heart, And Grief Abates.

Desire Makes Everything Blossom; Possession Makes Everything Wither And Fade.

And So When Studying Faces, We Do Indeed Measure Them, But As Painters, Not As Surveyors.

Proust Was The Greatest Novelist Of The Twentieth Century, Just As Tolstoy Was In The Nineteenth.

We Are Able To Find Everything In Our Memory, Which Is Like A Dispensary Or Chemical Laboratory In Which Chance Steers Our Hand Sometimes To A Soothing Drug And Sometimes To A Dangerous Poison.