Madame Bovary Is Myself.

You Don't Know What It Is To Stay A Whole Day With Your Head In Your Hands Trying To Squeeze Your Unfortunate Brain So As To Find A Word.

The Style, Which Is Something I Take To Heart, Is Getting On My Nerves Horribly. It Frustrates And Torments Me. I Have Days When Iam Sick About It And Nights When It Gives Me A Fever. The More I Go At It The More I Find Myself Incapable Of Conveying The Idea.

Travel Makes One Modest. You See What A Tiny Place You Occupy In The World.

He Had The Vanity To Believe Men Did Not Like Him – While Men Simply Did Not Know Him.

Pleasure Is Found First In Anticipation, Later In Memory.