Only three things are infinite. The sky in its stars, the sea in its drops of water, and the heart in its tears.

Everything is there: the love of Art.

I have dreamed much and have done very little.

In her enthusiasms she had always looked for something tangible: she had always loved church for its flowers, music for its romantic words, literature for its power to stir the passions and she rebelled before the mysteries of faith just as she grew ever more restive under discipline, which was antipathetic to her nature.

To be stupid, selfish, and have good health are three requirements for happiness, though if stupidity is lacking, all is lost.

Remembering the ball became for Emma a daily occupation. Every time Wednesday came round, she told herself when she woke up: 'Ah! One week ago...two weeks ago...three weeks ago, I was there!' And, little by little, in her memory, the faces all blurred together; she forgot the tunes of the quadrilles; no longer could she so clearly picture the liveries and the rooms; some details disappeared, but the yearning remained.

The author, in his work, must be like God in the Universe, present everywhere and visible nowhere.