Read in order to live.

Talent is long patience.

Madame Bovary is myself.

COLD. Healthier than heat.

Talent is a long patience.

Art is nothing without form.

Read much, but not many books.

Beautiful things spoil nothing.

Reveal art; conceal the artist.

Exuberance is better than taste.

To be simple is no small matter.

I live absolutely like an oyster.

Talent is nothing but long patience.

Of all lies, art is the least untrue.

Everything is there: the love of Art.

You can't find the soul with a scalpel.

If you knew all the dreams I've dreamed!

Poetry is as precise a thing as geometry.

You don’t make art out of good intentions.

The morality of art is in its very beauty.

Prose is like hair; it shines with combing.

Adultery ... could be as banal as marriage.

Poetry is a subject as precise as geometry.

Everyone became brave from excess of terror.

Success as I see it is a result, not a goal.

There is no truth. There is only perception.

What is the beautiful, if not the impossible.

I have dreamed much and have done very little.

Stupidity lies in wanting to draw conclusions.

The future is the worst thing about the present.

Success is a consequence and must not be a goal.

The heart, like the stomach, wants a varied diet.

God is only a word dreamed up to explain the world

My foregrounds are imaginary, my backgrounds real.

It is necessary to sleep upon the pillow of doubt.

A friend who dies, it's something of you who dies.

The public wants work which flatters its illusions.

I do not like to "interest" the public with myself.

The more humanity advances, the more it is degraded.

Everything which one invents is true, be sure of it.

Sometimes I think I'm liquefying like an old Camembert.

Reality does not conform to the ideal, but confirms it.

What is beautiful is moral, that is all there is to it.

She wanted to die, but she also wanted to live in Paris.

Writing is a dog's life, but the only life worth living.

Pleasure is found first in anticipation, later in memory.

I love good sense above all, perhaps because I have none.

What an elder sees sitting; the young can't see standing.

The cult of art gives pride; one never has too much of it.

We swung between madness and suicide ... it was beautiful!

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