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
We may seem great in an employment below our worth, but we very often look little in one that is too big for us.
The tranquility or agitation of our temper does not depend so much on the big things which happen to us in life, as on the pleasant or unpleasant arrangements of the little things which happen daily.
Sometimes accidents happen in life from which we have need of a little madness to extricate ourselves successfully
Nothing ought more to humiliate men who have merited great praise than the care they still take to boast of little things.
We speak little if not egged on by vanity.
Small minds are much distressed by little things. Great minds see them all but are not upset by them.
Sometimes, occasions occur in life which demand you to be a little foolish in order to skillfully extricate yourself.
Some allow themselves to be overcome by panic, and others charge because they dare not remain at their posts. Some may be found whose courage is strengthened by small perils that prepare them to face greater dangers. Some are daring when facing swords but dread facing bullets; others dread bullets little but fear facing swords a lot.
The temperament that produces a talent for little things is the opposite of that required for great ones.
We only confess our little faults to persuade people that we have no big ones.
We say little, when vanity does not make us speak.
Some accidents there are in life that a little folly is necessary to help us out of.
We confess to little faults only to persuade ourselves we have no great ones.
Some men are like ballads, that are in everyone's mouth a little while.