Gustave Flaubert, November Quotes

I tried to discover, in the rumor of forests and waves, words that other men could not hear, and I pricked up my ears to listen to the revelation of their harmony.

You need a high degree of corruption or a very big heart to love absolutely everything

Maybe happiness too is a metaphor invented on a day of boredom

There comes a point at which you stop writing and think all the more

He had the vanity to believe men did not like him – while men simply did not know him.