Madame Bovary Is Myself.

As Humanity Perfects Itself, Man Becomes Degraded. When Everything Is Reduced To The Mere Counter-balancing Of Economic Interests, What Room Will There Be For Virtue? When Nature Has Been So Subjugated That She Has Lost All Her Original Forms, Where Will That Leave The Plastic Arts? And So On. In The Mean Time, Things Are Going To Get Very Murky.

Happiness Is A Monstrosity! Punished Are Those Who Seek It.

She Was As Sated With Him As He Was Tired Of Her. Emma Had Rediscovered In Adultery All The Banality Of Marriage.

Je Suis Autant Chinois Que Fran C° Ais. I Am As Much Chinese As French.

I Love Good Sense Above All, Perhaps Because I Have None.