Today I begin to understand what love must be, if it exists... When we are parted, we each feel the lack of the other half of ourselves. We are incomplete like a book in two volumes of which the first has been lost. That is what I imagine love to be: incompleteness in absence.
Edmond de GoncourtA poet is a man who puts up a ladder to a star and climbs it while playing a violin.
Edmond de GoncourtSurely nothing has to listen to so many stupid remarks as a painting in a museum.
Edmond de Goncourt