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About Jules Renard



Pierre-Jules Renard (1864 – 1910) was a French author and member of the Académie Goncourt, most famous for the works Poil de carotte and Les Histoires Naturelles. Among his other works are Le Plaisir de rompre and the posthumously published Huit Jours à la campagne. Wikipedia

References: Encyclopaedia Britannica

  

Quotes by Jules Renard

Jules Renard (quotes)

  • Wrinkles are engraved smiles.
  • Style is to forget all styles.
  • He walked noisily, like a fish.
  • The bourgeois are other people.
  • God does not believe in our God.
  • I learn to love it more and more.
  • Art: to nudge truth along a little.
  • Being bored is an insult to oneself.
  • God, he whom everyone knows, by name.
  • Words are the small change of thought.
  • Broken china lasts longer than unbroken.
  • The ideal of calm exists in a sitting cat.
  • As I grow to understand life less and less,
  • I am not sincere, even when I say I am not.
  • The more one reads, the less one imitates.
  • Add two letters two paris and it’s paradise.
  • If money does not make you happy, give it back
  • It`s not how old you are, it`s how you are old.
  • The less I understand life, the more I live it!
  • To have a horror of the bourgeois is bourgeois.
  • Clarity is the politeness of the man of letters.
  • In morals, always do as others do; in art, never.
  • There are no friends; only moments of friendship.
  • Style means the right word. The rest matters little.
  • To think is not enough, you must think of something.
  • A cold in the head causes less suffering than an idea.
  • Writing is a way of talking without being interrupted.
  • On earth there is no heaven, but there are pieces of it.
  • We spend our lives talking about this mystery. Our life.
  • A beautiful line of verse has twelve feet, and two wings.
  • I am never bored; to be bored is an insult to one’s self.
  • If you are afraid of being lonely, don’t try to be right.
  • Be modest! It is the kind of pride least likely to offend.
  • Look for the ridiculous in everything and you will find it.
  • The horse is the only animal into which one can bang nails.
  • Socialism must come down from the brain and reach the heart.
  • It is when we are faced with death that we turn most bookish.
  • Do not ask me to be kind; just ask me to act as though I were.
  • We must be greater than God, for we have to undo His injustice.
  • Dreaming is to think by moonlight by the light of an inner moon.
  • I find that when I do not think of myself I do not think at all.
  • Acting of some actors seems natural, because they have no talent.
  • I don’t claim to have taste , but of my distaste I am very sure .
  • Talent is like money; you don’t have to have some to talk about it.
  • There are moments when everything goes well, but don’t be frightened.
  • It is a pity that those whose good graces we long for are always dead.
  • It is not enough to be happy, it is also necessary that others not be.
  • Somewhere in the shadow cast by every famous man is a feminine victim.
  • Truth makes many appeals, not the least of which is its power to shock.
  • Laziness is nothing more than the habit of resting before you get tired.
  • The void yields up nothing. You have to be a great poet to make it ring.
  • To succeed you must add water to your wine, until there is no more wine.
  • True courage consists in being courageous precisely when when we’re not.
  • The body advances, while the mind flutters around it like a bird.
  • Posterity! Why should people be less stupid tomorrow than they are today?
  • At the bottom of all patriotism there is war: that is why I am no patriot.
  • Liberty is the right to choose. Freedom is the result of the right choice.
  • Love is like an hourglass, with the heart filling up as the brain empties.
  • Paradise does not exist, but we must nonetheless strive to be worthy of it.
  • Words should be only the clothes, carefully custom-made to fit the thought.
  • As I grow to understand life less and less, I learn to love it more and more.
  • Man who waits for roast duck to fly into mouth must wait very, very long time.
  • I finally know what distinguishes man from the other beasts: financial worries.
  • You can recover from the writing malady only by falling mortally ill and dying.
  • The danger of success is that it makes us forget the world’s dreadful injustice.
  • The danger of success is that it makes us forget the world’s dreadful injustice.
  • There are moments when everything goes well; don’t be frightened, it won’t last.
  • Some people are so boring that they make you waste an entire day in five minutes.
  • I don’t know if God exists, but it would be better for His reputation if He didn’t.
  • 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.
  • The truly free man is he who can decline a dinner invitation without giving an excuse.
  • We don’t understand life any better at forty than at twenty, but we know it and admit it
  • An egotist always resents meeting another egotist as if he alone had the right to be one.
  • If one were to build the house of happiness, the largest space would be the waiting room.
  • It is in the midst of the city that one writes the most inspiring pages about the country.
  • Talent is a question of quantity. Talent does not write one page; it writes three hundred.
  • Writing is the only profession where no one considers you ridiculous if you earn no money.
  • When I think of all the books still left for me to read, I am certain of further happiness.
  • I don’t know if God exists, but it would certainly be better for his reputation if he didn’t
  • It is more difficult to be an honorable man for a week than to be a hero for fifteen minutes.
  • It is easy for a somebody to be modest, but it is difficult to be modest when one is a nobody.
  • An optimist is a driver who thinks that empty space at the curb won’t have a hydrant beside it.
  • In the most complete friendship there is always a little empty space, like the space in an egg.
  • There are places and moments in which one is so completely alone that one sees the world entire.
  • Literature is an occupation in which you have to keep proving your talent to people who have none
  • Only in this world do we laugh: in hell, it won’t be possible; and in heaven, it won’t be proper.
  • The truly free man is the one who can turn down an invitation to dinner without giving an excuse.
  • The peasant is the only species of human being who doesn’t like the country and never looks at it.
  • Words are the coins making up the currency of sentences, and there are always too many small coins.
  • The reward of great men is that, long after they have died, one is not quite sure that they are dead
  • if I were to begin my life again, I should want it as it was. I would only open my eyes a little more.
  • How many people have wanted to kill themselves, and have been content with tearing up their photograph!
  • When the defects of others are perceived with so much clarity, it is because one possesses them oneself.
  • Don’t tell a woman she’s pretty; tell her there’s no other woman like her, and all roads will open to you
  • Don’t tell a woman she’s pretty; tell her there’s no other woman like her, and all roads will open to you.
  • Let us stay at home: there we are decent. Let us not go out: our defects wait for us at the door, like flies.
  • The only man who is really free is the one who can turn down an invitation to dinner without giving an excuse.
  • The profession of letters is, after all, the only one in which one can make no money without being ridiculous.
  • If I had my life to live over again, I would ask that not a thing be changed, but that my eyes be opened wider.
  • I am afraid I shall not find him, but I shall still look for him, for if he exists, he may be appreciative of my efforts.
  • There is nothing like literature: I lose a cow, I write about her death, and my writing pays me enough to buy another cow.
  • In literature, there are only oxen. The biggest ones are the geniuses-the ones who toil eighteen hours a day without tiring.
  • 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.
  • Never does one feel oneself so utterly helpless as in trying to speak comfort for great bereavement. Time is the only comforter.
  • 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.
  • 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.
  • The story I am writing exists, written in absolutely perfect fashion, some place, in the air. All I must do is find it, and copy it.
  • Our dream dashes itself against the great mystery like a wasp against a window pane. Less merciful than man, God never opens the window.
  • Whenever I have talked to anyone at too great length, I am like a man who has drunk too much, and ashamed, doesn’t know where to put himself.
  • I have a remarkable memory; I forget everything. It is wonderfully convenient. It is as though the world were constantly renewing itself for me.
  • There is a justice, but we do not always see it. Discreet, smiling, it is there, at one side, a little behind injustice, which makes a big noise.
  • We are ignorant of the Beyond because this ignorance is the condition of our own life. Just as ice cannot know fire except by melting and vanishing.
  • How describe the delicate thing that happens when a brilliant insect alights on a flower? Words, with their weight, fall upon the picture like birds of prey.
  • Life is what our character makes it. We fashion it, as a snail does its shell. A man can say: I never made a fortune because it is not in my character to be rich.
  • the important people in our lives leave imprints. they may die or go in the physical realm, but they are always there in your heart, because they helped form your heart
  • I can’t get around this dilemma: I have a horror of troubles, but they whip me up, they make me talented. Peace and well-being, on the contrary, paralyze me. Either be a nobody, or everlastingly plagued.
  • 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.
  • I have no religion,’ says Borneau, ‘but I respect the religion of others. Religion is sacred.’ Why this privilege, this immunity?… A believer creates God in his own image; if he is ugly, his God will be morally ugly. Why should moral ugliness be respectable?
  • 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.
  • Oh! Old rubbish! Old letters, old clothes, old objects that one does not want to throw away. How well nature has understood that, every year, she must change her leaves, her flowers, her fruit and her vegetables, and make manure out of the mementos of her year!