Madame Bovary Is Myself.

(egypt) Is A Great Place For Contrasts: Splendid Things Gleam In The Dust.

That Man Has Missed Something Who Has Never Left A Brothel At Sunrise Feeling Like Throwing Himself Into The River Out Of Pure Disgust.

I Have Come To Have The Firm Conviction That Vanity Is The Basis Of Everything, And Finally That What One Calls Conscience Is Only Inner Vanity.

The One Way Of Tolerating Existence Is To Lose Oneself In Literature As In A Perpetual Orgy.

By Working One Can Bend Fortune. She Is Fond Of Crafty Men.