Marcel Proust was born on this day in 1871.
We are at times too ready to believe that the present is the only possible state of things. The great quality of true art is that it rediscovers, grasps and reveals to us that reality far from where we live, from which we get farther and farther away as the conventional knowledge we substitute for it becomes thicker and more impermeable. The real voyage of discovery consists not in seeking new landscapes but in having new eyes.
Marcel Proust
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