Gustave Flaubert
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Oh, if I had been loved at the age of seventeen, what an idiot I would be today. Happiness is like smallpox: if you catch it too soon, it can completely ruin your constitution.
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I have the handicap of being born with a special language to which I alone have the key.
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Artists who seek perfection in everything are those who cannot attain it in anything.
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Of all lies, art is the least untrue.
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The art of writing is the art of discovering what you believe.