Philibert Joseph Roux Quotes - Page 2

We are more conscious that a person is in the wrong when the wrong concerns ourselves.

Persons of delicate taste endure stupid criticism better than they do stupid praise.

There is a slowness in affairs which ripens them, and a slowness which rots them.

It is impossible to be just if one is not generous.

Reason guides but a small part of man, and the rest obeys feeling, true or false, and passion, good or bad.

That which deceives us and does us harm, also undeceives us and does us good.

What is love? two souls and one flesh; friendship? two bodies and one soul.

Pleasure once tasted satisfies less than the desire experienced for its torments.

A fine quotation is a diamond in the hand of a man of wit and a pebble in the hand of a fool.

Have friends, not for the sake of receiving, but of giving.

Philosophers call God the great unknown The great misknown is more like it!

To love is to choose.

No labor is hopeless.

What is experience? A poor little hut constructed from the ruins of the palace of gold and marble called our illusions.

The historian must be a poet; not to find, but to find again; not to breathe life into beings, into imaginary deeds, but in order to re-animate and revive that which has been; to represent what time and space have placed at a distance from us.

Science is for those who learn; poetry, for those who know.

The city does not take away, neither does the country give, solitude; solitude is within us.

Friendship admits of difference of character, as love does that of sex.

Experience comprises illusions lost, rather than wisdom gained.

Certain names always awake certain prejudices.

We want our friend as a man of talent, less because he has talent than because he is our friend.

Success causes us to be more praised than known.

The habit of prayer communicates a penetrating sweetness to the glance, the voice, the smile, the tears,--to all one says, or does, or writes.

Let us pray! God is just, he tries us; God is pitiful, he will comfort us; let us pray!

That which we know is but little; that which we have a presentiment of is immense; it is in this direction that the poet outruns the learned man.