Everything one invents is true, you may be perfectly sure of that. Poetry is as precise as geometry. Gustave Flaubert
She forgot the tune of the quadrilles; she no longer saw the liveries and appointments so distinctly; some details escaped her, but the regret remained with her. Gustave Flaubert
What he then saw was like an apparition. She was seated in the middle of a bench all alone, or, at any rate, he could see no one, dazzled as he was by her eyes. Gustave Flaubert