Philibert Joseph Roux Quotes

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

No labor is hopeless.

Certain names always awake certain prejudices.

The egoist does not tolerate egoism.

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

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

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

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

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

Poetry is the exquisite expression of exquisite impressions.

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

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

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

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

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.

Say nothing good of yourself, you will be distrusted; say nothing bad of yourself, you will be taken at your word.

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.

Poetry is truth in its Sunday clothes.

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

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

Length of saying makes languor of hearing.

The vital air of friendship is composed of confidence. Friendship perishes in proportion as this air diminishes.

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

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

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

We call that person who has lost his father, an orphan; and a widower that man who has lost his wife. But that man who has known the immense unhappiness of losing a friend, by what name do we call him? Here every language is silent and holds its peace in impotence.

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