The hardest thing about reality is returning to it after an hour inside your child's mind. — Robert Breault Copy Share Image
What you discover about life’s shell game is that it’s hardest to follow the pea when you’re the pea. — Robert Breault Copy Share Image
The hardest thing to learn in the game of love is when to fold a winning hand. — Robert Breault Copy Share Image
There is always a perfectly good excuse, always a reason not to. The hardest freedom to win is the freedom from one's… — Robert Breault Copy Share Image
The hardest thing to accept as a parent is that you cannot apply the bandage before the bruise. — Robert Breault Copy Share Image
You will not find a soulmate in the quiet of your room. You must go to a noisy place and look in the quiet… — Robert Breault Copy Share Image
Never mind the odds against you. If you doubled your effort, what would the odds against you do — send for reinforcements? — Robert Breault Copy Share Image
Of course I doubt. I do not practice a certainty. I practice a faith. — Robert Breault Copy Share Image
Retirement is having nothing to do and someone always keeping you from it. — Robert Breault Copy Share Image
There is in art the notion of less is more, which is to say, you don't torture a painting that has already confessed. — Robert Breault Copy Share Image
One's dream is defeated not by unsolvable problems, but by all the more-or-less satisfactory solutions that kill it forever. — Robert Breault Copy Share Image
In the end you regret less the things you believed that weren't true than the things that never came true because you didn't believe. — Robert Breault Copy Share Image
The trick to getting ahead is to give it the same effort you give to getting even. — Robert Breault Copy Share Image
Man will have replicated his own intelligence not when he teaches a computer to reason but when he teaches a computer to have a… — Robert Breault Copy Share Image
To hurt someone you know will forgive you is the unkindiest thing of all. — Robert Breault Copy Share Image
For every person who atones, a hundred others find regret sufficient. — Robert Breault Copy Share Image
