Everything one invents is true, you may be perfectly sure of that. Poetry is as precise as geometry.
Gustave FlaubertAre the days of winter sunshine just as sad for you, too? When it is misty, in the evenings, and I am out walking by myself, it seems to me that the rain is falling through my heart and causing it to crumble into ruins.
Gustave FlaubertOne mustn't always believe that feeling is everything. In the arts, it is nothing without form.
Gustave Flaubert