Writing history is like drinking an ocean and pissing a cupful.
The denigration of those we love always detaches us from them in some degree. Never touch your idols: the gilding will stick to your fingers.
Madame Bovary is myself.
The deplorable mania of doubt exhausts me. I doubt about everything, even my doubts.
(Egypt) is a great place for contrasts: splendid things gleam in the dust.
Exuberance is better than taste.