Years passed; and he endured the idleness of his intelligence and the inertia of his heart.
Gustave FlaubertI am alone on this road strewn with bones and bordered by ruins! Angels have their brothers, and demons have their infernal companions. Yet I have but the sound of my scythe when it harvests, my whistling arrows, my galloping horse. Always the sound of the same wave eating away at the world
Gustave FlaubertTalent is a long patience, and originality an effort of will and intense observation.
Gustave Flaubert