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
Old men are fond of giving good advice to console themselves for their inability to give bad examples.
As one grows older, one becomes wiser and more foolish.
Few know how to be old.
The height of ability consists in a thorough knowledge of the real value of things, and of the genius of the age in which we live.
When our vices desert us, we flatter ourselves that we are deserting our vices.
The defects of the mind, like those of the face, grow worse with age.
Perhaps being old is having lighted rooms inside your head, and people in them, acting. People you know, yet can't quite name.
It is with an old love as it is with old age a man lives to all the miseries, but is dead to all the pleasures.
The older a fool is, the worse he is.
The passions of youth are not more dangerous to health than is the lukewarmness of old age.
As we grow older, we increase in folly--and in wisdom.
Nothing is more ridiculous in old people that were once good-looking, than to forget that they are not so still.
In infants, levity is a prettiness; in men a shameful defect; but in old age, a monstrous folly.
Youth changes its tastes by the warmth of its blood; age retains its tastes by habit.