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
I have the handicap of being born with a special language to which I alone have the key. — Gustave Flaubert Copy Share Image
“Human Language is like a cracked kettle on which we beat out tunes for bears to dance to, when all the time… — 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
Le charme de la nouveaute , peu a' peu tombant comme un ve" t ement, laissait voir a' nu l'e ternelle monotonie… — Gustave Flaubert Copy Share Image
“In the end idealism annoyed Bouvard. ‘I don’t want any more of it: the famous cogito is a bore. The ideas of… — Gustave Flaubert Copy Share Image
As words have an effective power of their own, curses reported against someone might turn against the speaker. — Gustave Flaubert Copy Share Image
Language is a cracked kettle on which we beat out tunes for bears to dance to, while all the time we long… — Gustave Flaubert Copy Share Image
[T]he truth is that fullness of soul can sometimes overflow in utter vapidity of language, for none of us can ever express… — 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