Jules Renard Quotes - Page 4

The strong do not hesitate. They settle down, they sweat, they go on to the end. They exhaust the ink, they use up the paper.

The reward of great men is that, long after they have died, one is not quite sure that they are dead

Add two letters two paris and it's paradise.

Man who waits for roast duck to fly into mouth must wait very, very long time.

Style means the right word. The rest matters little.

Words are the small change of thought.

Writing is the only profession where no one considers you ridiculous if you earn no money.

It doesn't pay to say too much when you are mad enough to choke. For the word that stings the deepest is the word that is never spoke, Let the other fellow wrangle till the storm has blown away, then he'll do a heap of thinking about the things you didn't say.

In the most complete friendship there is always a little empty space, like the space in an egg.

Walks. The body advances, while the mind flutters around it like a bird.

Truth makes many appeals, not the least of which is its power to shock.

Do not ask me to be kind; just ask me to act as though I were.

God, he whom everyone knows, by name.

Those moments when you feel you want to read something truly beautiful. The eyes make a tour of the library, and there is nothing. Then you decide to take no matter what, and it is full of beautiful things.

Words are the coins making up the currency of sentences, and there are always too many small coins.

Fame is a constant effort

Somewhere in the shadow cast by every famous man is a feminine victim.

Socialism must come down from the brain and reach the heart.

It astounds us to come upon other egoists, as though we alone had the right to be selfish, and to be filled with eagerness to live.

In morals, always do as others do; in art, never.

Let us stay at home: there we are decent. Let us not go out: our defects wait for us at the door, like flies.

Literature is an occupation in which you have to keep proving your talent to people who have none

A cold in the head causes less suffering than an idea.

You can recover from the writing malady only by falling mortally ill and dying.

Clarity is the politeness of the man of letters.