New York is an ugly city, a dirty city. Its climate is a scandal, its politics are used to frighten children, its traffic is madness, its competition is murderous.  But there is one thing about it - once you have lived in New York and it has become your home, no place else is good enough.

The point I am making is that in the more primitive forms of society the individual is merely a unit; in more developed forms of society he is an independent personality.

Hey, even the Mona Lisa is falling apart.

The voyage of discovery is not in seeking new landscapes but in having new eyes.

Written By Marcel Proust

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