The better a work is, the more it attracts criticism; it is like the fleas who rush to jump on white linens.

Quote by Gustave Flaubert

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When our eyes see our hands doing the work of our hearts, the circle of...

When our eyes see our hands doing the work of our hearts, the circle of...

Style is as much under the words as in the words. It is as much...

Style is as much under the words as in the words. It is as much...

Woman is a vulgar animal from whom man has created an excessively beautiful ideal.

Woman is a vulgar animal from whom man has created an excessively beautiful ideal.

Human speech is like a cracked kettle on which we tap crude rhythms for bears...

Human speech is like a cracked kettle on which we tap crude rhythms for bears...

Exuberance is better than taste.

Exuberance is better than taste.

Anything becomes interesting if you look at it long enough.

Anything becomes interesting if you look at it long enough.

A memory is a beautiful thing, it's almost a desire that you miss.

A memory is a beautiful thing, it's almost a desire that you miss.

Of all lies, art is the least untrue.

Of all lies, art is the least untrue.

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

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

I have come to have the firm conviction that vanity is the basis of everything,...

I have come to have the firm conviction that vanity is the basis of everything,...

I believe that if one always looked at the skies, one would end up with...

I believe that if one always looked at the skies, one would end up with...

There is no truth. There is only perception.

There is no truth. There is only perception.

There are neither good nor bad subjects. From the point of view of pure Art,...

There are neither good nor bad subjects. From the point of view of pure Art,...

Human speech is like a cracked cauldron on which we bang out tunes that make...

Human speech is like a cracked cauldron on which we bang out tunes that make...

Earth has its boundaries, but human stupidity is limitless.

Earth has its boundaries, but human stupidity is limitless.

I go from exasperation to a state of collapse, then I recover and go from...

I go from exasperation to a state of collapse, then I recover and go from...

Madame Bovary is myself.

Madame Bovary is myself.

As a rule we disbelieve all the facts and theories for which we have no...

As a rule we disbelieve all the facts and theories for which we have no...

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

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

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

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