What did Joseph Joubert mean by: Drawing is speaking to the eye; talking is painting to the ear. - Joseph Joubert Essayist · France Copy
+ You will find poetry nowhere unless you bring some of it with you. Feraz Zeid, January 12, 2024January 12, 2024, Joseph Joubert, Poetic, Poetry, 0 - Joseph Joubert Essayist · France
+ Poetry is to be found nowhere unless we carry it within us. Feraz Zeid, October 16, 2023December 26, 2023, Joseph Joubert, Poetry, 0 - Joseph Joubert Essayist · France
+ No one is mediocre who has good sense and good sentiments. Feraz Zeid, October 12, 2023December 26, 2023, Joseph Joubert, Intelligence, Mediocre, Sentiments, 0 - Joseph Joubert Essayist · France
+ You arrive at truth through poetry; I arrive at poetry through truth. Feraz Zeid, January 12, 2024January 12, 2024, Joseph Joubert, Truth, 0 - Joseph Joubert Essayist · France
+ In bringing up a child, think of its old age. Feraz Zeid, September 8, 2023December 24, 2023, Joseph Joubert, Age, Children, 0 - Joseph Joubert Essayist · France
+ Without the spiritual world the material world is a disheartening enigma. Feraz Zeid, January 12, 2024January 12, 2024, Joseph Joubert, Soul, Spiritual Life, 0 - Joseph Joubert Essayist · France
+ To reason, to argue. It is to walk with crutches in search of the truth. We come to it with a leap. Feraz Zeid, January 11, 2024January 11, 2024, Joseph Joubert, Arguing, Hiking, Journey, 0 - Joseph Joubert Essayist · France
+ Ornaments were invented by modesty. Feraz Zeid, July 29, 2023December 12, 2023, Joseph Joubert, Modesty, 0 - Joseph Joubert Essayist · France
We seldom repent talking little, but very often talking too much. Explain - Jean de la Bruyere Writer · France
A beautiful thing never gives so much pain as does failing to hear and see it. - Michelangelo Artist · Italy
One of the greatest pains to human nature is the pain of a new idea. - Walter Bagehot Economist and journalist · England
I had tears coming out of my eyes. And it was the characters that got me there. - Jean M. Auel Author
Hell, covering all with its gloomy vapors, has cast shadows on even the holiest eyes. - Jean Racine Playwright · France
The glory of my name increases my shame. Less known by mortals, I could better escape their eyes. - Jean Racine Playwright · France
