“[T]he truth is that fullness of soul can sometimes overflow in utter vapidity of language, for none of us can ever express the exact measure of his needs or his thoughts or his sorrows; and human speech is like a cracked kettle on which we tap crude rhythms for bears to dance to, while we long to make music that will melt the stars.” -- Gustave Flaubert, Madame Bovary
<< This should be the rule of conduct for an artist: that one's existence should be in two parts: you should live like a bourgeois and think like a demi-god. >> Flaubert, letter to Louise Colet
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