"Travel makes one modest. You see what a tiny place you occupy in the world."
"Are the days of winter sunshine just as sad for you, too? When it is misty, in the evenings, and I am out walking by myself, it seems to me that the rain is falling through my heart and causing it to crumble into ruins."
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Source: Gustave Flaubert (2005). “November: Fragments in a Nondescript Style”, Hesperus Press
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