Gustave Flaubert

I have the handicap of being born with a special language to which I alone have the key.

alone


Gustave Flaubert

Artists who seek perfection in everything are those who cannot attain it in anything.

art


Gustave Flaubert

Of all lies, art is the least untrue.

art


Gustave Flaubert

The art of writing is the art of discovering what you believe.

communication


Gustave Flaubert

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

death


Gustave Flaubert

Art requires neither complaisance nor politeness nothing but faith, faith and freedom.

faith


Gustave Flaubert

The true poet for me is a priest. As soon as he dons the cassock, he must leave his family.

family


Gustave Flaubert

Art requires neither complaisance nor politeness nothing but faith, faith and freedom.

freedom


Gustave Flaubert

The future is the worst thing about the present.

future


Gustave Flaubert

The artist must be in his work as God is in creation, invisible and all-powerful one must sense him everywhere but never see him.

god


Gustave Flaubert

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

happiness


Gustave Flaubert

One mustn't ask apple trees for oranges, France for sun, women for love, life for happiness.

happiness


Gustave Flaubert

Oh, if I had been loved at the age of seventeen, what an idiot I would be today. Happiness is like smallpox: if you catch it too soon, it can completely ruin your constitution.

happiness


Gustave Flaubert

Happiness is a monstrosity! Punished are those who seek it.

happiness


Gustave Flaubert

Love is a springtime plant that perfumes everything with its hope, even the ruins to which it clings.

hope


Gustave Flaubert

One must always hope when one is desperate, and doubt when one hopes.

hope


Gustave Flaubert

The most glorious moments in your life are not the so-called days of success, but rather those days when out of dejection and despair you feel rise in you a challenge to life, and the promise of future accomplishments.

life


Gustave Flaubert

Love is a springtime plant that perfumes everything with its hope, even the ruins to which it clings.

love


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