Then he remembered his wedding, the old times, the first pregnancy of his wife; he, too, had been very happy the day when he had taken her from her father to his home, and had carried her off on a pillion, trotting through the snow, for it was near Christmas-time, and the country was all white. She held him by one arm, her basket hanging from the other; the wind blew the long lace of her Cauchois headdress so that it sometimes flapped across his mouth, and when he turned his head he saw near him, on his shoulder, her little rosy face, smiling silently under the gold bands of her cap. To warm her hands she put them from time to time in his breast. How long ago it all was! Their son would have been thirty by now. Then he looked back and saw nothing on the road. Gustave Flaubert
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  1. It’s hard to communicate anything exactly and that’s why perfect relationships between people are difficult to find.

  2. Do not read, as children do, to amuse yourself, or like the ambitious, for the purpose of instruction. No, read in order to live.

  3. Be steady and well-ordered in your life so that you can be fierce and original in your work.

  4. There is not a particle of life which does not bear poetry within it

  5. One can be the master of what one does, but never of what one feels.

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