Are the days of winter sunshine just as sad for you, too? When it is misty, in the evenings, and I am out walking by myself, it seems to me that the rain is falling through my heart and causing it to crumble into ruins. – Gustave Flaubert
The true poet for me is a priest. As soon as he dons the cassock, he must leave his family. – Gustave Flaubert
Stupidity is something unshakable nothing attacks it without breaking itself against it it is of the nature of granite, hard and resistant. – Gustave Flaubert
In winter there is no heat, no light, no noon, evening touches morning, there is fog, and mist, the window is frosted, and you cannot see clearly. The sky is but the mouth of a cave. The whole day is the cave…. Frightful season! Winter changes into stone the water of heaven and the heart of man. – Victor Hugo, Les Misérables: Fantine, translated from French by Chas. E. Wi