Madame Aubain's servant Felicite was the envy of the ladies of Pont-l'Eveque for half a century.
Gustave FlaubertBut an infinity of passions can be contained in a minute, like a crowd in a tiny space.
Gustave FlaubertEverything, even herself, was now unbearable to her. She wished that, taking wing like a bird, she could fly somewhere, far away to regions of purity, and there grow young again.
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 Flaubert