Best 63 quotes of Philibert Joseph Roux on MyQuotes

A face which is always serene possesses a mysterious and powerful attraction: sad hearts come to it as to the sun to warm themselves again.

As long as we love, we lend to the beloved object qualities of mind and heart which we deprive him of when the day of misunderstanding arrives.

At first we hope too much and later on, not enough.

Certain names always awake certain prejudices.

Education, properly understood, is that which teaches discernment.

Evil often triumphs, but never conquers.

Experience comprises illusions lost, rather than wisdom gained.

Friends are rare for, the good reason that men are not common.

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

Generosity is more charitable than wealth.

God often visits us, but most of the time we are not at home.

God is a shower to the heart burned up with grief; God is a sun to the face deluged with tears.

Great souls are harmonious.

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

History, if thoroughly comprehended, furnishes something of the experience which a man would acquire who should be a contemporary of all ages and a fellow citizen of all peoples.

I look at what I have not and think myself unhappy; others look at what I have and think me happy.

Interest, ambition, fortune, time, temper, love, all kill friendship.

In youth one has tears without grief; in age, griefs without tears

It is a very rare thing for a man of talent to succeed by his talent.

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

Length of saying makes languor of hearing.

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

Literature was formerly an art and finance a trade; today it is the reverse.

Lofty mountains are full of springs; great hearts are full of tears.

Morality is the fruit of religion: to desire the former without the latter is to desire an orange without an orange-tree.

No labor is hopeless.

Not all of those to whom we do good love us, neither do all those to whom we do evil hate us.

Nothing vivifies, and nothing kills, like the emotions.

Our experience is composed rather of illusions lost than of wisdom acquired.

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

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

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

Poetry is truth in its Sunday clothes.

Present unhappiness is selfish; past sorrow is compassionate.

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

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

Since unhappiness excites interest, many, in order to render themselves interesting, feign unhappiness.

Solitude vivifies, isolation kills.

Success causes us to be more praised than known.

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

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.

The chief cause of our misery is less the violence of our passions than the feebleness of our virtues.

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

The egoist does not tolerate egoism.

The folly which we might have ourselves committed is the one which we are least ready to pardon in another.

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.

The happiness which is lacking makes one think even the happiness one has unbearable.

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.

The Holy Scriptures praise the dew of the morning and the dew of the evening; ros matutinum, ros serotinum! Happy is he who possesses the gift of tears! when young, he will bear flowers; when old, fruit!

The man abandoned by his friends, one after another, without just cause, will acquire, the reputation of being hard to please, changeable, ungrateful, unsociable.