When I gaze upon the sky
And the sea below, I cry,
Thus be poetry and love,
Deep beneath and bright above.
When I gaze upon the sky
And the sea below, I cry,
Thus be poetry and love,
Deep beneath and bright above.
“What better occupation, really, than to spend the evening at the fireside with a book, with the wind beating on the windows and the lamp burning bright… Haven’t you ever happened to come across in a book some vague notion that you’ve had, some obscure idea that returns from afar and that seems to express completely your most subtle feelings?”
Gustave Flaubert | Madame Bovary