JR
JR
NationalityFrench
ProfessionArtist
Date of Birth22 February 1983
CountryFrance
lonely writing research
Research and writing are lonely occupations. It is easy to become discouraged in solitary confinement.
destiny men order
The great end of being is to harmonize man with the order of things, and the church has been a good pitch-pipe, and may be so still.
destiny men illusion
Certainty generally is illusion, and repose is not the destiny of man.
summer july soul
For him in vain the envious seasons roll Who bears eternal summer in his soul.
men young old-man
Young men know the rules, but old men know the exceptions.
enemy favors trouble
If I had a formula for bypassing trouble, I wouldn't pass it around. Wouldn't be doing anybody a favor. Trouble creates a capacity to handle it. I don't say embrace trouble. That's as bad as treating it as an enemy. But I do say, meet it as a friend, for you'll see a lot of it and had better be on speaking terms with it.
rivers water paddling
A river is more than an amenity, it is a treasure.
selfish humility eye
I confess that altruistic and cynically selfish talk seem to me about equally unreal. With all humility, I think whatsoever thy hand findeth to do, do it with thy might, infinitely more important than the vain attempt to love one's neighbor as one's self. If you want to hit a bird on the wing you must have all your will in focus, you must not be thinking about yourself, and equally, you must not be thinking about your neighbor; you must be living with your eye on that bird. Every achievement is a bird on the wing.
sister young old-time
There is no time like the old time, when you and I were young!
change people fundamentals
People talk fundamentals and superlatives and then make some changes of detail.
men action thinker
The man of action has the present, but the thinker controls the future.
history causes thread
History has to be rewritten because history is the selection of those threads of causes or antecedents that we are interested in.
lonely future play
I have always sought to guide the future-but it is very lonely sometimes trying to play God.
sweet morning real
There is no friend like the old friend, who has shared our morning days, No greeting like his welcome, no homage like his praise: Fame is the scentless sunflower, with gaudy crown of gold; But friendship is the breathing rose, with sweets in every fold.