Gmail sends me this aphorism

Marcel Proust – “Love is space and time measured by the heart.”

I hate cynicism, and have nothing again Proust, but this sounds like something from a random aphorism generator.

Space, time, heart, and love all sound automatically profound, and when you mix the four together in some permutation, I guess it sounds quadruply profound.

But I’m afraid I don’t get Proust’s point this time.