“But that which fanaticism formerly promised to the elect, science now accomplishes for all men. ” — Gustave Flaubert Copy Share Image
“Just when the gods had ceased to be, and the Christ had not yet come, there was a unique moment in history,… — Gustave Flaubert Copy Share Image
My kingdom is as wide as the universe and my wants have no limits. I go forward always, freeing spirits and weighing… — Gustave Flaubert Copy Share Image
“...but I don't need to go into a church and kiss a silver platter and reach into my pockets to fatten a… — Gustave Flaubert Copy Share Image
“Never have things of the spirit counted for so little. Never has hatred for everything great been so manifest – disdain for… — Gustave Flaubert Copy Share Image
In her enthusiasms she had always looked for something tangible: she had always loved church for its flowers, music for its romantic… — Gustave Flaubert Copy Share Image
“I believe in Supreme Being, a Creator, whoever he may be, it's of no importance to me, who put us here on… — 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
“I believe in the Supreme Being, in a Creator, whatever he may be. I care little who has placed us here below… — Gustave Flaubert Copy Share Image
“I have a religion, my own religion, and I even have more religion than all of them, with their mummery and hocus-pocus.… — 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
