Jules Renard - The Journal
It is, when all is said
and done, when faced with the subject of death that we feel most bookish.
There are no friends only moments of friendship.
With its purring, the car accompanies the tick-tock of the
clock, it is the only music in the room.
…I am a happy man for I have renounced happiness.
When he drinks with a couple, he always pays so that people
may believe he is the lover.
A man in love with truth need not be either great or a poet.
He is both without trying.
I am a realist bothered by reality.
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