What better occupation, really, than to spend the evening at the fireside with a book, with the wind beating on the windows and the lamp burning bright...Haven't you ever happened to come across in a book some vague notion that you've had, some obscure idea that returns from afar and that seems to express completely your most subtle feelings?
Gustave FlaubertOne mustn't ask apple trees for oranges, France for sun, women for love, life for happiness.
Gustave FlaubertWe must laugh and cry, enjoy and suffer, in a word, vibrate to our full capacity โฆ I think thatโs what being really human means.
Gustave Flaubert