Life must be a constant education; one must learn everything, from speaking to dying.
Gustave FlaubertHe loved a book because it was a book; he loved its odor, its form, its title. What he loved in a manuscript was its old illegible date, the bizarre and strange Gothic characters, the heavy gilding which loaded its drawings. It was its pages covered with dust — dust of which he breathed the sweet and tender perfume with delight.
Gustave FlaubertThe one way of tolerating existence is to lose oneself in literature as in a perpetual orgy.
Gustave Flaubert