Francois Duc de la Rochefoucauld
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François de la Rochefoucauld
François VI, duc de la Rochefoucauld, prince de Marcillac (French: [fʁɑ̃swa d(ə) la ʁɔʃfuko]; 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 nobleman. Until 1650, he bore the title of Prince de Marcillac.
“Our envy always lasts longer than the happiness of those we envy.”
Francois Duc de la Rochefoucauld
“How is it that our memory is good enough to retain the least triviality that happens to us, and yet not good enough to recollect how often we have told it to the same person? ~François Duc de La Rochefoucauld”
Francois Duc de la Rochefoucauld
“Extreme boredom provides its own antidote.”
Francois Duc de la Rochefoucauld
“Passion often makes fools of the wisest men and gives the silliest wisdom.”
Francois Duc de la Rochefoucauld
“How comes it that our memories are good enough to retain even the minutest details of what has befallen us, but not to recollect how many times we have recounted to the same person?”
Francois Duc de la Rochefoucauld
“Hypocrisy is a tribute that vice pays to virtue.”
Francois Duc de la Rochefoucauld
“We forgive so long as we love.”
Francois Duc de la Rochefoucauld
“How can you expect another to keep a secret if we have been unable to keep it ourselves?”
Francois Duc de la Rochefoucauld
“We only confess our little faults to persuade people that we have no big ones.”
Francois Duc de la Rochefoucauld
“Absence diminishes small loves and increases great ones, as the wind blows out the candle and fans the bonfire.”
Francois Duc de la Rochefoucauld