God is only a word dreamed up to explain the world - Gustave Flaubert

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

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

"I am irritated by my own writing. I am like a violinist whose ear is true, but whose fingers refuse to reproduce precisely the sound he hears within."

"Be steady and well-ordered in your life so that you can be fierce and original in your work."

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