Gustave Flaubert

Gustave Flaubert

An email reply, I just received from a friend, inspired this post:

“My last minute most of the day is emptying bedpans, cooking, and hundreds of other vital chores all day…

In each, I feel blessed…
Things are going splendidly.

Dont forget to read Gustav Flaubert, to be really awake.

He is what I love.
He is Real.”

Love is a springtime plant that perfumes everything with its hope, even the ruins to which it clings.

Anything becomes interesting if you look at it long enough.

Success is a consequence and must not be a goal.

Poetry is as precise a thing as geometry.

It seems to me that I have always existed and that I possess memories that date back to the Pharaohs.

Gustave Flaubert
Categorized as Poetry
Holger Hubbs

By Holger Hubbs

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