Category: Gustave Flaubert
One can be the master of what one does, but never of what one feels.
There is not a particle of life which does not bear poetry within it
Of all lies, art is the least untrue.
Writing is a dogs life, but the only one worth living.
What wretched poverty of language! To compare stars to diamonds!
Maybe happiness too is a metaphor invented on a day of boredom
The public wants work which flatters its illusions.
Doubt is an illness that comes from knowledge and leads to madness.
Poetry is as precise a thing as geometry.
