Jules Renard Quotes
Most popular Jules Renard Quotes
Art: to nudge truth along a little.
Words are the small change of thought.
The idea of calm exists in a sitting cat.
There is false modesty, but there is no false pride.
Laziness: the habit of resting before fatigue sets in.
A cold in the head causes less suffering than an idea.
Laziness is nothing more than resting before you get tired.
Do not ask me to be kind; just ask me to act as though I were.
I am never bored anywhere; being bored is an insult to oneself.
Talent is like money: you don't have to have some to talk about it.
I finally know what distinguishes man from the beasts: financial worries.
Walks. The body advances, while the mind flutters around it like a bird.
Everything depends on work. We owe it everything; it regulates our lives.
Love is like an hourglass, with the heart filling up as the brain empties.
I finally know what distinguishes man from the other beasts: financial worries.
The danger of success is that it makes us forget the world's dreadful injustice.
We are so happy to advise others that occasionally we even do it in their interest.
Failure is not our only punishment for laziness; there is also the success of others.
We don't understand life any better at forty than at twenty, but we know it and admit it.
If one were to build the house of happiness, the largest space would be the waiting room.
Writing is the only profession where no one considers you ridiculous if you earn no money.
Talent is a question of quantity. Talent does not write one page: it writes three hundred.
The truly free man is he who knows how to decline a dinner invitation without giving an excuse.
When the defects of others are perceived with so much clarity, it is because one possesses them oneself.
There is nothing like literature. I lose a cow, I write about her death, and my writing pays me enough to buy another cow.
We are in the world to laugh. In purgatory or in hell we shall no longer be able to do so. And in heaven it would not be proper.
Love kills intelligence. The brain and the heart act upon each other in the manner of an hour-glass. One fills itself only to empty the other.
Talent is a question of quantity. Talent does not write one page: it writes three hundred.
