Remembering the ball became for Emma a daily occupation. Every time Wednesday came round, she told herself when she woke up: 'Ah! One week ago...two weeks ago...three weeks ago, I was there!' And, little by little, in her memory, the faces all blurred together; she forgot the tunes of the quadrilles; no longer could she so clearly picture the liveries and the rooms; some details disappeared, but the yearning remained.

Everything is there: the love of Art.

It’s hard to communicate anything exactly and that’s why perfect relationships between people are difficult to find.

Poetry is a subject as precise as geometry.

The author, in his work, must be like God in the Universe, present everywhere and visible nowhere.

I have patience in all things - as far as the antechamber.

DAGUERREOTYPE Will take the place of painting. (See PHOTOGRAPHY.) (From The Dictionary of Received Ideas, assembled from notes Flaubert made in the 1870s.)