We Are All Of Us Obliged, If

Truth Is A Point Of View About Things.

The Sight Of The Little Madeleine Had Recalled Nothing To My Mind Before I Tasted It...

The Bonds That Unite Another Person To Our Self Exist Only In Our Mind.

Existence Is Of Little Interest Save On Days When The Dust Of Realities Is Mingled With Magic Sand.

Our Vanity, Our Passions, Our Spirit Of Imitation, Our Abstract Intelligence, Our Habits Have Long Been At Work, And It Is The Task Of Art To Undo This Work Of Theirs, Making Us Travel Back In The Direction From Which We Have Come To The Depths Where What Has Really Existed Lies Unknown Within Us.