Pierre-Jules Renard or Jules Renard (February 22, 1864 - May 22, 1910) was a French author and member of the Académie Goncourt, most famous for the works Poil de carotte (Carrot Top) (1894) and Les Histoires Naturelles (Nature Stories) (1896). Among his other works are Le Plaisir de rompre (The Pleasure of Breaking) (1898) and Huit jours á la campagne (A Week in the Country) (1906). (Click here for full Wikipedia article)
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A beautiful line of verse has twelve feet, and two wings.
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.
Don't tell a woman she's pretty; tell her there's no other woman like her, and all roads will open to you.
Failure is not the only punishment for laziness; there is also the success of others.
Fame is a constant effort.
God does not believe in our God.
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.
I finally know what distinguishes man from the other beasts: financial worries.
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 money does not make you happy, give it back.
If one were to build the house of happiness, the largest space would be the waiting room.
If you are afraid of being lonely, don't try to be right.
In the most complete friendship there is always a little empty space, like the space in an egg.
It is not how old you are, but how you are old.
Laziness is nothing more than the habit of resting before you get tired.
Literature is an occupation in which you have to keep proving your talent to people who have none.
Look for the absurd in everything, and you will find it.
Love is like an hourglass, with the heart filling up as the brain empties.
Men are born equal. By the next day they no longer are.
Never does one feel oneself so utterly helpless as in trying to speak comfort for great bereavement. Time is the only comforter.
On earth there is no heaven, but there are pieces of it.
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?
Socialism must come down from the brain and reach the heart.
The bourgeois are other people.
The ideal of calm exists in a sitting cat.
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.
The relation of genius to talent is the same as that of instinct to reason.
The reward of great men is that, long after they have died, one is not quite sure that they are dead.
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.
The truly free man is the one who can turn down an invitation to dinner without giving an excuse.
There are good and bad times, but our mood changes more often than our fortune.
There are moments when everything goes well; don't be frightened, it won't last.
There are no friends; only moments of friendship.
We don't understand life any better at forty than at twenty, but we know it and admit it.
When the defects of others are perceived with so much clarity, it is because one possesses them oneself.
Wrinkles are engraved smiles.
Writing is a way of talking without being interrupted.
Writing is the only profession where no one considers you ridiculous if you earn no money.
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