Quotes from Robert Brault

If you think that someone is out to steal everything you have, you're either paranoid or a member of the middle class.

There is always sufficient reason for despair, but there is never sufficient purpose.

There are things I have wanted so long that I would only consent to have them if I could keep wanting them.

There would be a lot more optimists if it weren't for the rise-and-shine requirement.

Life is short, God's way of encouraging a bit of focus.

Since the majority is always wrong, might we try one election day where all the losers take office?

What a unique treasure are the things we have learned to live without, for no thief can take them from us.

There are subjects in which I wish to become knowledgeable, and subjects in which I wish to remain wise.

If there be no God, then what is truth but the average of all lies.

There's a lot of not caring that goes under the name of minding your own business.

What is reality but the dreamworld of a limited imagination.

It is still possible to have friendly discourse in America, as long as you don't bring up any subject.

If God had wanted to be a big secret, He would not have created babbling brooks and whispering pines.

I am a private person, but I will reveal this about myself: if you start massaging my shoulders, don't expect me to tell you to stop.

Do not be someone looking for [insert]. Be [insert] looking for someone. Suggestions for [insert]: —love —friendship —understanding —appreciation —tolerance —a helping hand —a leg up —an answer

Sometimes, to do the right thing, we must keep a promise we never made.

It's curious the way we get nostalgic for some hoped-for thing that never happened, as if something that never happened were in the past.

The choice so often these days is to believe something that seems insane or go insane.

Being loved by all is little fun Unless you're also loved by one.

Everything we possess that is not necessary for life or happiness becomes a burden, and scarcely a day passes that we do not add to it.

The hardest thing to accept as a parent is that you cannot apply the bandage before the bruise.

The artist's talent sits uneasy as an object of public acclaim, having been so long an object of private despair.

If God had intended me to make excuses for who I am, He would have given me better excuses.

A painting is what you make of it, besides which, 'Moon, Weeping' has a better ring to it than 'Paintbrush, Dripping.'