Gustave FlaubertThinkers

Abstraction is often wont to provide stumbling blocks for people of strange intelligence.

Adultery is, at times, as banal as marriage.

An Architect is someone who forgets to put in the staircase.

Art is of all lies, the least untrue.

Art is the least untrue of all lies.

Beauty is nothing but the impossible.

The Book is most perfect when it is about nothing, when it depends on nothing external, when it is held together by the strength of its style, just as the earth, suspended in the void, depends on nothing external for its support.

The Future is the worst thing about the present.

Humanity is degraded.

Language is to move the stars to pity.

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