Do not imagine you can exorcise what oppresses you in life by giving vent to it in art. — Gustave Flaubert Copy Share Image
The great natures which are good, are above everything generous and don't begrudge the giving of themselves. — Gustave Flaubert Copy Share Image
Everything depends on the value we give to things. We are the ones who make morality and virtue. The cannibal who eats… — Gustave Flaubert Copy Share Image
Coffee: Induces wit. Good only if it comes through Havre. After a big dinner party it is taken standing up. Take it… — Gustave Flaubert Copy Share Image
Whatever the thing you wish to say, there is but one word to express it, but one verb to give it movement,… — Gustave Flaubert Copy Share Image
I have no use for the kind of God who goes walking in his garden with a stick, sends his friends to… — Gustave Flaubert Copy Share Image
Doesn't it seem to you," asked Madame Bovary, "that the mind moves more freely in the presence of that boundless expanse, that… — Gustave Flaubert Copy Share Image
The style, which is something I take to heart, is getting on my nerves horribly. It frustrates and torments me. I have… — Gustave Flaubert Copy Share Image
Ah! In fact there are two moralities ... The petty one, the conventional one, the one devised by men, that keeps changing… — Gustave Flaubert Copy Share Image
Since you are now studying geometry and trigonometry, I will give you a problem. A ship sails the ocean. It left Boston… — 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
