Francois de La Rochefoucauld Quotes

The good old days are neither better nor worse than the ones we're living through right now.

Happiness in the present is only shattered by comparison with the past.

The past is an old armchair in the attic, the present an ominous ticking sound, and the future is anybody's guess.

You don't get a standing ovation and get boos, by the way. They don't go hand in hand.

People are always talking about the old days. They say that the old movies were better, that the old actors were so great. But I don't think so. All I can say about the old days is that they have passed.

I'm living in the present, thinking about the past, hoping for the future.

The present in New York is so powerful that the past is lost.

Nothing is as peevish and pedantic as men's judgments of one another.

I don't care who you are, you hear those boos.

Men blaspheme what they do not know.

It's always what you did before. The year before is always so much better. Even when the critics hated what you did then, it always looks better five years later.

Legends are all to do with the past and nothing to do with the present.

The good old days are now.

The past is only the present become invisible and mute; and because it is invisible and mute, its memorized glances and its murmurs are infinitely precious. We are tomorrow's past.

Fools may our scorn, not envy raise, For envy is a kind of praise.

The people never endeavor to ridicule those they love and esteem, nor will they suffer them to be ridiculed. If any one attempts it, their ridicule returns upon the author; he makes himself only the object of public hatred and contempt.

I see things about the present more clearly when I'm looking through the frame of the past: I think it's very hard to assess the present moment that we are in.

Time is something that interests me a whole lot - past and present, and how the past appears as people change.

One feels that the past stays the way you left it, whereas the present is in constant movement; it's unstable all around you.

Do we always grind through the present, doomed to throw a gold haze of fond retrospect over the past?

The past is always a rebuke to the present.

There was confusion since I stood here 35 years ago.

The past is always knocking at the door, trying to break through into today.

There are many occasions when the highest praise one can receive is the attack of some given scoundrel.

Nobody ever lived in the past.