For The Love Of Wisdom – Marcel Proust – Disquiet

Marcel Proust (July 10, 1871 – November 18, 1922)

Come now!…Were everything clear, all would seem to you vain. Your boredom would populate a shadowless universe with an impassive life made up of unleavened souls. But a measure of disquiet is a divine gift. The hope which, in your eyes, shines on a dark threshold does not have its basis in an overly certain world.