WIST Quotations

Boileau-Despréaux, Nicolas -- (Attributed)

Dave — Thu, 17 Mar 2016 16:17:19 +0000

The world is full of fools, and he who would not wish to see one must not only shut himself up alone, but also break his looking glass.

Nicolas Boileau-Despréaux (1636–1711) French poet and critic
(Attributed)

A variant is also attributed to Charles le Petit (1640-1625), Discours satiriques (1686).

Boileau-Despréaux, Nicolas -- Satires, Satire 10, l. 167 (1716)

Dave — Wed, 15 Jun 2016 16:30:27 +0000

Honor is like an island, rugged and without a beach; once we have left it, we can never return.

[L’honneur est comme une ile escarpée et sans bords ;
On n’y peut plus rentrer dès qu’on en est dehors.]

Nicolas Boileau-Despréaux (1636–1711) French poet and critic
Satires, Satire 10, l. 167 (1716)

Boileau-Despréaux, Nicolas -- Satires, Satire 4, l. 37 (1716)

Dave — Wed, 25 May 2016 16:53:55 +0000

In spite of every sage whom Greece can show,
Unerring wisdom never dwelt below;
Folly in all of every age we see,
The only difference lies in the degree.

[N’en déplaise à ces fous nommés sages de Grèce,
En ce monde il n’est point de parfaite sagesse :
Tous les hommes sont fous, et, malgré tous leurs soins,
Ne diffèrenet entre eux que du plus ou du moins.]

Nicolas Boileau-Despréaux (1636–1711) French poet and critic
Satires, Satire 4, l. 37 (1716)

Boileau-Despréaux, Nicolas -- Satires, Satire 5, l. 43 (1716)

Dave — Wed, 01 Jun 2016 17:15:44 +0000

If your descent is from heroic sires,
Show in your life a remnant of their fires.

[Si vous êtes sorti de ces héros fameux,
Montrez-nous cette ardeur qu’on vit briller en eux.]

Nicolas Boileau-Despréaux (1636–1711) French poet and critic
Satires, Satire 5, l. 43 (1716)

Boileau-Despréaux, Nicolas -- Satires, Satire 8, l. 1 (1716)

Dave — Wed, 08 Jun 2016 14:43:16 +0000

Of all the creatures that creep, swim, or fly,
Peopling the earth, the waters, and the sky,
From Rome to Iceland, Paris to Japan,
I really think the greatest fool is man.

[De tous les animaux qui s’élèvent dans l’air,
Qui marchent sur la terre, ou nagent dans la mer,
De Paris au Pérou, du Japon jusqu’à Rome,
Le plus sot animal, à mon avis, c’est l’homme.]

Nicolas Boileau-Despréaux (1636–1711) French poet and critic
Satires, Satire 8, l. 1 (1716)

Boileau-Despréaux, Nicolas -- The Art of Poetry [L’Art Poétique], Canto 1, l. 171 (1674)

Dave — Wed, 11 May 2016 13:54:41 +0000

Hasten slowly, and without losing heart,
Put your work twenty times upon the anvil.

[Hâtez-vous lentement ; et, sans perdre courage,
Vingt fois sur le métier remettez votre ouvrage.]

Nicolas Boileau-Despréaux (1636–1711) French poet and critic
The Art of Poetry [L’Art Poétique], Canto 1, l. 171 (1674)

Boileau-Despréaux, Nicolas -- The Art of Poetry [L’Art Poétique], Canto 1, l. 232 (1674)

Dave — Wed, 18 May 2016 14:04:41 +0000

A fool always finds one still more foolish to admire him.

[Un sot trouve toujours un plus sot qui l’admire.]

Nicolas Boileau-Despréaux (1636–1711) French poet and critic
The Art of Poetry [L’Art Poétique], Canto 1, l. 232 (1674)

Alt. trans.: "A fool always finds a greater fool to admire him."

Boileau-Despréaux, Nicolas -- The Art of Poetry [L’Art Poétique], Canto 1, l. 64 (1674)

Dave — Wed, 04 May 2016 14:42:53 +0000

Often the fear of one evil leads us into a worse.

[Souvent la peur d’un mal nous conduit dans un pire.]

Nicolas Boileau-Despréaux (1636–1711) French poet and critic
The Art of Poetry [L’Art Poétique], Canto 1, l. 64 (1674)

(Source (French)).

Though this sounds like a profound philosophical comment, in reality it refers to writers overcompensating for problems in their work. Soame (1892) translates this and the following line thus:

A verse was weak, you turn it much too strong.
And grow obscure for fear you should be long.

Boileau-Despréaux, Nicolas -- The Art of Poetry [L’Art Poétique], Canto 3 (1674)

Dave — Thu, 07 Jul 2016 17:48:23 +0000

Every age has its pleasures, its style of wit, and its own ways.

Nicolas Boileau-Despréaux (1636–1711) French poet and critic
The Art of Poetry [L’Art Poétique], Canto 3 (1674)