Best 96 quotes of Jules Renard on MyQuotes

A beautiful line of verse has twelve feet, and two wings.

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

Add two letters two paris and it's paradise.

An egotist always resents meeting another egotist as if he alone had the right to be one.

An optimist is a driver who thinks that empty space at the curb won't have a hydrant beside it.

Art: to nudge truth along a little.

As I grow to understand life less and less, I learn to love it more and more.

At the bottom of all patriotism there is war: that is why I am no patriot.

Being bored is an insult to oneself.

Be modest! It is the kind of pride least likely to offend.

Broken china lasts longer than unbroken.

Clarity is the politeness of the man of letters.

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

Don't tell a woman she's pretty; tell her there's no other woman like her, and all roads will open to you.

Dreaming is to think by moonlight by the light of an inner moon.

Failure is not our only punishment for laziness; there is also the success of others.

Fame is a constant effort

God does not believe in our God.

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.

How many people have wanted to kill themselves, and have been content with tearing up their photograph!

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.

I am never bored; to be bored is an insult to one's self.

I am not sincere, even when I say I am not.

I don't know if God exists, but it would be better for His reputation if He didn't.

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 finally know what distinguishes man from the other beasts: financial worries.

If one were to build the house of happiness, the largest space would be the waiting room.

if I were to begin my life again, I should want it as it was. I would only open my eyes a little more.

If you are afraid of being lonely, don't try to be right.

I have a remarkable memory; I forget everything. It is wonderfully convenient. It is as though the world were constantly renewing itself for me.

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?

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

In literature, there are only oxen. The biggest ones are the geniuses-the ones who toil eighteen hours a day without tiring.

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

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.

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.

It is easy for a somebody to be modest, but it is difficult to be modest when one is a nobody.

It is in the midst of the city that one writes the most inspiring pages about the country.

It is more difficult to be an honorable man for a week than to be a hero for fifteen minutes.

Laziness is nothing more than the habit of resting before you get tired.

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

Liberty is the right to choose. Freedom is the result of the right choice.

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.

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

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

On earth there is no heaven, but there are pieces of it.

Only in this world do we laugh: in hell, it won't be possible; and in heaven, it won't be proper.

Our dream dashes itself against the great mystery like a wasp against a window pane. Less merciful than man, God never opens the window.

Paradise does not exist, but we must nonetheless strive to be worthy of it.

Posterity! Why should people be less stupid tomorrow than they are today?