And indeed, what is better than to sit by one's fireside in the evening with a book, while the wind beats against the window and the lamp is buring?

Madame Bovary is myself.

But the disparaging of those we love always alienates us from them to some extent. We must not touch our idols; the gilt comes off in our hands.

Maybe happiness too is a metaphor invented on a day of boredom

Life must be a constant education; one must learn everything, from speaking to dying.

One's duty is to feel what is great, cherish the beautiful, and to not accept the conventions of society with the ignominy that it imposes upon us.

COLD. Healthier than heat.