You ask me whether the Orient is up to what I imagined it to be. Yes, it is; and more than that, it extends far beyond the narrow idea I had of it. I have found, clearly delineated, everything that wa...
Un infini de passion peut tenir dans une minute.
There are some men whose only mission among others is to act as intermediaries; one crosses them like bridges and keeps going.
The most mediocre libertine has dreamed of sultanas; every notary bears within him the debris of a poet.
Remembering the ball became for Emma a daily occupation. Every time Wednesday came round, she told herself when she woke up: 'Ah! One week ago...two weeks ago...three weeks ago, I was there!' And, lit...
One becomes a critic when one cannot be an artist, just as a man becomes a stool pigeon when he cannot be a soldier.
Oh, why, dear God, did I marry him?
How wonderful to find in living creatures the same substance as those which make up minerals. Nevertheless they felt a sort of humiliation at the idea that their persons contained phosphorous like mat...
Esta prohibición de verla era para él como un derecho a amarla.
Er träumte sich sein Pariser Zimmer aus. Dort wollte er das Leben eines Bohémien führen. Gitarre wollte er spielen lernen, einen Schlafrock tragen, dazu ein Samtbarett und Hausschuhe aus blauem Plüsch...
Before marriage she thought hserself in love; but the happiness that should have followed this love not having come, she must, she thought, have been mistaken. And Emma tried to find out what one mean...
Because lascivious or venal lips had murmured the same words to him, he now had little belief in their sincerity when he heard them from Emma; they should be taken with a grain of salt, he thought, be...
As to Emma, she did not ask herself whether she loved. Love, she thought, must come suddenly, with great outbursts and lightnings—a hurricane of the skies, which falls upon life, revolutionises it, ro...
Read in oreder to live
An overwhelming curiosity makes me ask myself what their lives might be like. I want to know what they do, where they're from, their names, what they're thinking about at that moment, what they regret...
But that which fanaticism formerly promised to the elect, science now accomplishes for all men.
The writer must wade into life as into the sea, but only up to the navel.
Be regular and orderly in your life, so that you may be violent and original in your work.
To be stupid, selfish, and have good health are three requirements for happiness, though if stupidity is lacking, all is lost.
A friend who dies, it's something of you who dies.