Language is a cracked kettle on which we beat out tunes for bears to dance to, while all the time we long to move the stars to pity. |
Language is a cracked kettle on which we beat out tunes for bears to dance to, while all the time we long to move the stars to pity. |
Love is a springtime plant that perfumes everything with its hope, even the ruins to which it clings. |
My kingdom is as wide as the universe and my wants have no limits. I go forward always, freeing spirits and weighing worlds, without fear, without compassion, without love, without God. I am called Science. |
Nothing is more humiliating than to see idiots succeed in enterprises we have failed at |
Of all lies, art is the least untrue. |
Of all the icy blasts that blow on love, a request for money is the most chilling and havoc wreaking |
Our ignorance of history causes us to slander our own times. |
Poetry is as exact a science as geometry |
Print: to see one's name in print! - Some people commit a crime for no other reason |
Reality does not conform to the ideal, but confirms it. |
She (Madame Bovary) had that indefinable beauty that comes from happiness, enthusiasm, success - a beauty that is nothing more or less than a harmony of temperament and circumstances |
Sometimes I think I'm liquefying like an old Camembert |
Success is a result, not a goal |
The art of writing is the art of discovering what you believe. |