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
The caprice of our temper is even more whimsical than that of Fortune.
How can we expect another to keep our secret if we have been unable to keep it ourselves?
There are few good women who do not tire of their role.
Too great refinement is false delicacy, and true delicacy is solid refinement.
Reason alone is insufficient to make us enthusiastic in any matter.
There are certain defects which, well-mounted, glitter like virtue itself.
There is a kind of love, the excess of which forbids jealousy.
We are almost always wearied in the company of persons with whom we are not permitted to be weary.
Our probity is not less at the mercy of fortune than our property.
What often prevents our abandoning ourselves to a single vice is, our having more than one.
It is not always for virtue's sake that women are virtuous.
Consolation for unhappiness can often be found in a certain satisfaction we get from looking unhappy.
There is many a virtuous woman weary of her trade.