One Must Laugh And Weep,

Poetry Is A Subject As Precise As Geometry.

There Is Not A Particle Of Life Which Does Not Bear Poetry Within It

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

Madame Bovary Is Myself.

Emma Was No Asleep, She Was Pretending To Be Asleep; And, While He Was Dozing Off At Her Side, She Lay Awake, Dreaming Other Dreams.