Philibert Joseph Roux (April 26, 1780 – March 24, 1854) was a French surgeon born in Auxerre.
That which deceives us and does us harm, also undeceives us and does us good.
The man abandoned by his friends, one after another, without just cause, will acquire, the reputation of being hard to please, changeable, ungrateful, unsociable.
Like those statues which must be made larger than "nature" in order that, viewed from below, or from a distance, they may appear to be of the "natural" size, certain truths must be "strained" in order that the public may form a just idea of them.
We distrust our heart too much, and our head not enough.
At first we hope too much and later on, not enough.
It is a very rare thing for a man of talent to succeed by his talent.
The vital air of friendship is composed of confidence. Friendship perishes in proportion as this air diminishes.
The happiness which is lacking makes one think even the happiness one has unbearable.
Great souls are harmonious.
Our experience is composed rather of illusions lost than of wisdom acquired.
The chief cause of our misery is less the violence of our passions than the feebleness of our virtues.
Interest, ambition, fortune, time, temper, love, all kill friendship.
Have friends, not for the sake of receiving, but of giving.
Say nothing good of yourself, you will be distrusted; say nothing bad of yourself, you will be taken at your word.
We call that person who has lost his father, an orphan; and a widower that man who has lost his wife. But that man who has known the immense unhappiness of losing a friend, by what name do we call him? Here every language is silent and holds its peace in impotence.
Literature was formerly an art and finance a trade; today it is the reverse.
It is impossible to be just if one is not generous.
Length of saying makes languor of hearing.
Evil often triumphs, but never conquers.
Experience comprises illusions lost, rather than wisdom gained.