Robert Breault Quotes

No man is so idle that he cannot rouse himself just enough to get in the way of a busy person.

Of course I doubt. I do not practice a certainty. I practice a faith.

The painter needs all the talent of the poet, plus hand-eye coordination.

It is hard to resist a flatterer who gets it right.

The brain forgets much, but the lower back remembers everything.

In the happiest of our childhood memories, our parents were happy, too.

At some point you must decide if you want to succeed or just be someone who was never to blame for anything going wrong.

Am I keeping my promises?

To help someone in need is not charity it is proper etiquette.

Blogs seem to have two magnetic poles, one attracting friends, the other repulsing relatives.

Sometimes fate brings two people together by causing one to misinterpret a smile.

To find someone who will love you for no reason, and to shower that person with reasons, that is the ultimate happiness.

To be happy, you must fancy that everything you have is a gift, and you the chosen, though you worked your tail off for every bit of it.

I value the friend who for me finds time on his calendar, but I cherish the friend who for me does not consult his calendar.

Success is a tale of obstacles overcome, and for every obstacle overcome, an excuse not used.

I have fancied myself a rebel, but at every critical moment of my life, I have been exactly the child my parents raised.

If an artist has talent, he needs no other critic.

If God had intended us to be alone, there would be more pleasure in massaging our own shoulders.

Everything happens for the purpose of what you decide to do about it.

Know thyself, especially thyself after a couple of drinks.

Ever wonder where you'd end up if you took your dog for a walk and never once pulled back on the leash?

You can accept a falling out that changes your plans, but it's hard to accept a betrayal that changes your memories.

Eventually you come to realize that most people aren't looking for a fight but for someone to surrender to.

Eventually you realize that your whole life up to now has been preparation, and you begin to suspect that the rest might be preparation, too.

Most people would rather defend to the death your right to say it than listen to it.

It is a perversely human perception that animals in their native habitat are running wild.

Why try to explain miracles to your kids when you can just have them plant a garden.

Either way, things are a lot better - either a lot better than they were or a lot better than they're going to be.

Someday a computer will give a wrong answer to spare someone's feelings, and man will have invented artificial intelligence.

A successful artist is inspired by his muse, and his muse is inspired by the payment of a commission.

You spend the first two-thirds of your life asking to be left alone and the last third not having to ask.

O, how much simpler things would be If eyes could paint or brush could see.

Looking back on a happy life, one realizes that one was not happy all the time.

It is when there is nothing you can say or do to help that a friend needs you the most.

It is the first purpose of hope to make hopelessness bearable.

The world is as many times new as there are children in our lives.

The object of most prayers is to wangle an advance on good intentions.

As important in a trusting relationship as the truths you share are the lies you never have to tell.

Anything we tell our kids about life is a placemarker until they figure it out for themselves.

Words from the past: "It's a clever idea, Mr. Bell, but don't wire us, we'll wire you.

Massage is the only form of physical pleasure to which nature forgot to attach consequences.

A watched child never learns.

Are you an artist? Look about you. Is there a physical tool whose use you have mastered, a part of your body that responds utterly to your control? Is your motive esthetic? If so, you are an artist. If not, you are probably a writer.

Whatever you put aside to seek happiness, remember where you put it.

To trade a childhood wonder for a plausible explanation - is there a worst trade one makes in life?

Sign over the gates of hell: "Doesn't mean you're a bad person."

There are memories I choose not to live with, but we hang out at the same bar.

Death is just another stage of life, although the one you kind of hope comes last.