A friend who dies, its something of you who dies. – Gustave Flaubert
I love my work with a frenetic and perverse love, as an ascetic loves the hair shirt which scratches his belly. – Gustave Flaubert
A friend who dies, its something of you who dies. – Gustave Flaubert
I love my work with a frenetic and perverse love, as an ascetic loves the hair shirt which scratches his belly. – Gustave Flaubert
Happiness is a monstrosity! Punished are those who seek it. – Gustave Flaubert