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 smallest fault of women who give themselves up to love is to love.
There are few occasions when we should make a bad bargain by giving up the good on condition that no ill was said of us.
Generosity is the vanity of giving.
Whatever pretext we may give for our affections, often it is only interest and vanity which cause them.
Novelty is to love like bloom to fruit; it gives a luster which is easily effaced, but never returns.
Old people are fond of giving good advice; it consoles them for no longer being capable of setting a bad example.
What is called liberality is often merely the vanity of giving.
Sometimes there is equal or more ability in knowing how to use good advice than there is in giving it.
The confidence which we have in ourselves give birth to much of that, which we have in others.
Old people love to give good advice; it compensates them for their inability to set a bad example.
Men give away nothing so liberally as their advice.
Flattery is a kind of bad money, to which our vanity gives us currency.
Our own distrust gives a fair pretence for the knavery of other people.
The applause we give those who are new to society often proceeds from a secret envying of those already established.