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
What seems beautiful to me, what I should like to write, is a book about nothing, a book dependent on nothing external,… — Gustave Flaubert Copy Share Image
You must write for yourself, above all. That is your only hope of creating something beautiful. — Gustave Flaubert Copy Share Image
Woman is a vulgar animal from whom man has created an excessively beautiful ideal. — Gustave Flaubert Copy Share Image
Before her marriage she had thought that she had love within her grasp; but since the happiness which she had expected this… — Gustave Flaubert Copy Share Image
My life which I dream will be so beautiful, so poetic, so vast, so filled with love will turn out to be… — Gustave Flaubert Copy Share Image
Always 'duty.' I am sick of the word. They are a lot of old blockheads in flannel vests and of old women… — Gustave Flaubert Copy Share Image
“She wanted to get some personal profit out of things, and she rejected as useless all that did not contribute to the… — Gustave Flaubert Copy Share Image
A memory is a beautiful thing, it's almost a desire that you miss. — Gustave Flaubert Copy Share Image
The faster the word sticks to the thought, the more beautiful is the effect. — 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
