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
Too great cleverness is but deceptive delicacy, true delicacy is the most substantial cleverness.
The caprice of our temper is even more whimsical than that of Fortune.
We have not enough strength to follow all our reason.
Fortune cures us of many faults that reason could not.
We often act treacherously more from weakness than from a fixed motive.
Our temper sets a price upon every gift that we receive from fortune.
Praise is flattery, artful, hidden, delicate, which gratifies differently him who praises and him who is praised. The one takes it as the reward of merit, the other bestows it to show his impartiality and knowledge.
Pride indemnifies itself and loses nothing even when it casts away vanity.
Our distrust of another justifies his deceit.
It is more often from pride than from ignorance that we are so obstinately opposed to current opinions; we find the first places taken, and we do not want to be the last.
The contempt of riches in philosophers was only a hidden desire to avenge their merit upon the injustice of fortune, by despising the very goods of which fortune had deprived them; it was a secret to guard themselves against the degradation of poverty, it was a back way by which to arrive at that distinction which they could not gain by riches.
All women are flirts, but some are restrained by shyness, and others by sense.
A man's happiness or unhappiness depends as much on his temperament as on his destiny.
There are crimes which become innocent and even glorious through their splendor, number and excess.