G.C. Julien Quotes

Everyone is born with psychic abilities. It's just a matter of knowing how to tap into it.

A child's fear is a world whose dark corners are quite unknown to grownup people; it has its sky and its abysses, a sky without stars, abysses into which no light can ever penetrate.

The human body is a machine that winds up its own springs: it is a living image of the perpetual motion.

Man is a machine and in the whole universe there is but a single substance, matter, variously modified.

Let us then submit to an invincible ignorance on which our happiness depends.

The brain has muscles for thinking as the legs have muscles for walking.

Yesterday, happiness came in suddenly, as it used to, and remained for a moment in the great, dark, silent drawing room.

There is a special bond between twin soul mates - unconditional love, respect for each other, bringing out the best in each other, and highly compatible.

Therefore, since we may say, after such long experience, that religion does not imply exact honesty, we are authorized by the same reasons to think that atheism does not exclude it.

Nature is only another chimera.

It is convention and arbitrary rewards which make all the merit and demerit of what we call vice and virtue.

Who lives as a citizen, may write as a philosopher - but write as a philosopher, it is to teach materialism!

Success works as a cycle - growth and contraction, balancing and unbalancing - all while you're encountering hurdles that get higher and higher over time.

The greatest explorer on this earth never takes voyages as long as those of the man who descends to the depth of his heart.

You cannot imagine at all how much you interest God; He is interested in you as if there were no one else on earth.

You will never be entirely comfortable. This is the truth behind the champion - he is always fighting something. To do otherwise is to settle.

Despite very harsh living conditions and the trauma of what they went through, they [Sudanese refugees] had a lot of dignity

Love conquers everything even karma.

Nothing seems to me more doubtful than Aristotle's remark that it is probable the arts and philosophy have several times been discovered and several times lost.

Our life is a book that writes itself and whose principal themes sometimes escape us. We are like characters in a novel who do not always understand what the author wants of them.

I am probably exaggerating a little, but I owe my equilibrium to ink and paper.

The secret is to write just anything, to dare to write just anything, because when you write just anything, you begin to say what is important.

I enter the world called real as one enters a mist.

The truth is that judgment and fear will never stop, but they don't actually do anything.

The man of science, the artist, the philosopher are attached to their nations as much as the day-laborer and the merchant.

I shall go further and say that even if an examination of the past could lead to any valid prediction concerning man's future, that prediction would be the contrary of reassuring.

Sacrilege is acceptable only as a game.

It may be said that modern Europe with teachers who inform it that its realist instincts are beautiful, acts ill and honors what is ill.

You can change the world again, instead of protecting yourself from it.

Nothing is absolutely unjust. There is no real equity, no total grandeur, no pure vice, no absolute crime.

The English, who eat their meat red and bloody, show the savagery that goes with such food.

My greatest discovery has been my love of boredom and to get fun out of it.

Hunger justifies the middle classes.

The man I am will always raise a protest against the man I wanted to be and the two will live together to the end, but the man I wanted to be will be the one on whom judgement will be passed.

I have always thought that by observing things with a great deal of attention you eventually wrest some of their secrets from them, making them utter what they would most like to keep to themselves.

The literature of impotence is about to develop beyond measure.

Thought flies and words go on foot.

And History will smile to think that this is the species for which Socrates and Jesus Christ died.

Here we are in the century of information, that is to say the unformed. Every kind of literature will be journalistic, with a science for ballast.

A history of literature, unlike history as such, ought to list only victories, for its defeats are no victory for anyone.

What you're missing is that the path itself changes you.

Behind every flinch is a fear or an anxiety - sometimes rational, sometimes not. Without the fear, there is no flinch. But wiping out the fear isn't what's important - facing it is.

The present is always the best, even when its rough.

Thought involves a little charlatanism.

The beautiful must be incongruous.

Floating high on the waters of catastrophe

There are only fools who believe that art is a serious matter.

The object is that which is objected against me.

A scrupulous man will never produce a great novel.

A literally perfect style should conceal itself so completely behind what it expresses that it goes unnoticed.