Because who doesn't love quotes?

It’s time for us to say au revoir to Pierre. Where did he come from? Where is he going? I guess we could all ask the same questions of ourselves. We’ll let a fellow Frenchman here have the last words.

“When from a long distant past nothing persists, after the people are dead, after things are broken and scattered, still alone, more persistent, more faithful, the smell and taste of things remain poised a long, long time like souls, ready to remind us, waiting, hoping for their moment amid the ruins of all the rest, and bear unfaltering in the tiny, almost impalpable drop of their essence, the vast structure of recollection.
(Marcel Proust, A Remembrance of Things Past)