Caught up in life, you see it badly. You suffer from it or enjoy it too much. The artist, in my opinion,… — Gustave Flaubert Copy Share Image
Art requires neither complaisance nor politeness; nothing but faith, faith and freedom. — Gustave Flaubert Copy Share Image
The most important quality of art and its aim is illusion; emotion, which is often obtained by certain sacrifices of poetic detail,… — Gustave Flaubert Copy Share Image
Be orderly and disciplined in daily life, like a good bourgeois, so that I might be wild and violent in my art. — Gustave Flaubert Copy Share Image
What seems to me the highest and the most difficult achievement of Art is not to make us laugh or cry, or… — Gustave Flaubert Copy Share Image
The finest works of art are those in which there is the least matter. The closer expression comes to thought, the more… — Gustave Flaubert Copy Share Image
“The artist must manage to make posterity believe that he never existed.” — Gustave Flaubert Copy Share Image
As humanity perfects itself, man becomes degraded. When everything is reduced to the mere counter-balancing of economic interests, what room will there… — Gustave Flaubert Copy Share Image
“With a little more time, patience, and hard work, and above all with a more sensitive taste for the formal aspects of… — Gustave Flaubert Copy Share Image
“If there is on earth, and among all these things of nothing, a belief worthy of adoration, if there is anything holy,… — Gustave Flaubert Copy Share Image
“The artist, to my way of thinking, is a monstrosity, something outside nature.” — Gustave Flaubert Copy Share Image
I took Eugene Sue's Arthur from the reading-room. It's indescribable, enough to make you vomit. You have to read this to realize… — Gustave Flaubert Copy Share Image
You can calculate the worth of a man by the number of his enemies, and the importance of a work of art… — Gustave Flaubert Copy Share Image
The artist must be in his work as God is in creation, invisible and all-powerful; one must sense him everywhere but never… — Gustave Flaubert Copy Share Image
What I would like to write is a book about nothing, a book without exterior attachments, which would be held together by… — Gustave Flaubert Copy Share Image
There are neither good nor bad subjects. From the point of view of pure Art, you could almost establish it as an… — Gustave Flaubert Copy Share Image
“I refuse to consider Art a drain-pipe for passion, a kind of chamberpot, a slightly more elegant substitute for gossip and confidences.… — Gustave Flaubert Copy Share Image
I am an obscure and patient pearl-fisherman who dives into the deepest waters and comes up with empty hands and a blue… — Gustave Flaubert Copy Share Image
One mustn't always believe that feeling is everything. In the arts, it is nothing without form. — Gustave Flaubert Copy Share Image
A man is a critic when he cannot be an artist, in the same way that a man becomes an informer when… — Gustave Flaubert Copy Share Image
As for the piano, the faster her fingers flew over it, the more he marveled. She struck the keys with aplomb and ran from… — Gustave Flaubert Copy Share Image
Caught up in life, you see it badly. You suffer from it or enjoy it too much. The artist, in my opinion, is a… — Gustave Flaubert Copy Share Image
“When one does something, one must do it wholly and well. Those bastard existences where you sell suet all day and write poetry at… — Gustave Flaubert Copy Share Image
Love is a springtime plant that perfumes everything with its hope, even the ruins to which it clings. — Gustave Flaubert Copy Share Image
“But her life was as cold as an attic facing north; and boredom, like a silent spider, was weaving its web in the shadows,… — Gustave Flaubert Copy Share Image
When you reduce a woman to writing, she makes you think of a thousand other women — Gustave Flaubert Copy Share Image
Travel makes one modest. You see what a tiny place you occupy in the world. — Gustave Flaubert Copy Share Image
A superhuman will is needed in order to write, and I am only a man. — Gustave Flaubert Copy Share Image
The writer must wade into life as into the sea, but only up to the navel. — Gustave Flaubert Copy Share Image
