The true poet for me is a priest. As soon as he dons the cassock, he must leave his family. – Gustave Flaubert
Quote by Gustave Flaubert

Other quotes by Gustave Flaubert
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
Category:
Author
