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
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
L'Ide e seule est e ternelle et ne cessaire. The idea alone is eternal and necessary. — Gustave Flaubert Copy Share Image
“Has it ever happened to you," Léon went on, "to come across some vague idea of one's own in a book, some… — Gustave Flaubert Copy Share Image
What better occupation, really, than to spend the evening at the fireside with a book, with the wind beating on the windows… — Gustave Flaubert Copy Share Image
The idea of bringing someone into the world fills me with horror. I would curse myself if I were a father. A… — Gustave Flaubert Copy Share Image
Better to work for yourself alone. You do as you like and follow your own ideas, you admire yourself and please yourself:… — Gustave Flaubert Copy Share Image
What a heavy oar the pen is, and what a strong current ideas are to row in! — Gustave Flaubert Copy Share Image
DAGUERREOTYPE Will take the place of painting. (See PHOTOGRAPHY.) (From The Dictionary of Received Ideas, assembled from notes Flaubert made in the… — Gustave Flaubert Copy Share Image
Each dream finds at last its form; there is a drink for every thirst, and love for every heart. And there is… — Gustave Flaubert Copy Share Image
I go dreaming into the future, where I see nothing, nothing. I have no plans, no idea, no project, and, what is… — 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
