The cult of art gives pride; one never has too much of it.

Before her marriage she had thought that she had love within her grasp; but since the happiness which she had expected this love to bring her hadn’t come, she supposed she must have been mistaken. And Emma tried to imagine just what was meant, in life, by the words “bliss,” “passion,” and “rapture” - words that had seemed so beautiful to her in books.

By trying to understand everything, everything makes me dream

Sentences must stir in a book like leaves in a forest, each distinct from each despite their resemblance.

Everything one invents is true, you may be perfectly sure of that. Poetry is as precise as geometry.

DAGUERREOTYPE Will take the place of painting. (See PHOTOGRAPHY.) (From The Dictionary of Received Ideas, assembled from notes Flaubert made in the 1870s.)

A friend who dies, it's something of you who dies.