Francois de La Rochefoucauld
Francois de La Rochefoucauld
François VI, Duc de La Rochefoucauld, Prince de Marcillacla ʁɔʃfuˈko]; 15 September 1613 – 17 March 1680) was a noted French author of maxims and memoirs. It is said that his world-view was clear-eyed and urbane, and that he neither condemned human conduct nor sentimentally celebrated it. Born in Paris on the Rue des Petits Champs, at a time when the royal court was vacillating between aiding the nobility and threatening it, he was considered an exemplar of the accomplished 17th-century...
NationalityFrench
ProfessionWriter
Date of Birth15 September 1613
CountryFrance
When love becomes labored we welcome an act of infidelity towards ourselves to free us from fidelity.
On why I don't trust democracy without extremely powerful systems of accountability and recall What seems to be generosity is often only disguised ambition - which despises small interests to gain great ones.
A woman is faithful to her first lover for a long time - unless she happens to take a second.
The sure way to be cheated is to think one's self more cunning than others.
Novelty is to love like bloom to fruit; it gives a luster which is easily effaced, but never returns.
It is difficult to define love; all we can say is, that in the soul it is a desire to rule, in the mind it is a sympathy, and in the body it is a hidden and delicate wish to possess what we love-Plus many mysteries.
Small minds are much distressed by little things. Great minds see them all but are not upset by them.
People would never fall in love if they hadn't heard love talked about.
Old people are fond of giving good advice; it consoles them for no longer being capable of setting a bad example.
The art of using moderate abilities to advantage often brings greater results than actual brilliance
The common foible of women who have been handsome is to forget that they are no longer so.
Youth is a perpetual intoxication; it is a fever of the mind.
Jealousy is the greatest of all evils, and the one that arouses the least pity in the person who causes it.
Envy is more irreconcilable than hatred.