There are two infinities that confuse me: the one in my soul devours me; the one around me will crush me
Gustave FlaubertThe hearts of women are like those little pieces of furniture with secret hiding - places, full of drawers fitted into each other; you go a lot of trouble, break your nails, and in the bottom find some withered flower, a few grains of dust - or emptiness!
Gustave FlaubertI hate that which we have decided to call realism, even though I have been made one of its high priests.
Gustave Flaubert