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Reflections
by Duc de La Rochefoucauld, François
VI
[Prince de Marsillac]
What we term virtue is often but a mass of
various actions and divers interests, which
fortune, or our own industry, manage to arrange;
and it is not always from valor or from chastity
that men are brave, and women chaste.
Self-love is the greatest of flatterers.
Passion often renders the most clever man a
fool, and even sometimes renders the most foolish
man clever.
Great and striking actions which dazzle the eyes
are represented by politicians as the effect of
great designs, instead of which they are commonly
caused by the temper and the passions. Thus the war
between Augustus and Antony, which is set down to
the ambition they entertained of making themselves
masters of the world, was probably but an effect of
jealousy.
Passions often produce their contraries: avarice
sometimes leads to prodigality, and prodigality to
avarice; we are often obstinate through weakness
and daring through timidity.
Whatever care we take to conceal our passions
under the appearances of piety and honor, they are
always to be seen through these veils.
The clemency of princes is often but policy to
win the affections of the people.
This clemency, of which they make a merit,
arises oftentimes from vanity, sometimes from
idleness, oftentimes from fear, and almost always
from all three combined.
We have all sufficient strength to support he
misfortunes of others.
The constancy of the wise is only the talent of
concealing the agitation of their hearts.
Those who are condemned to death affect
sometimes a constancy and contempt for death which
is only the fear of facing it; so that one may say
that this constancy and contempt are to their mind
what the bandage is to their eyes.
Few people know death, we only endure it,
usually from determination, and even from stupidity
and custom; and most men only die because they know
not how to prevent dying.
We need greater virtues to sustain good than
evil fortune.
Neither the sun nor death can be looked at
without winking.
People are often vain of their passions, even of
the worst, but envy is a passion so timid and
shamefaced that no one ever dare avow her.
The evil that we do does not attract to us so
much persecution and hatred as our good
qualities.
Jealousy lives upon doubt; and comes to an end
or becomes a fury as soon as it passes from doubt
to certainty.
It would seem that nature, which has so wisely
ordered the organs of our body for our happiness,
has also given us pride to spare us the
mortification of knowing our imperfections.
Those who apply themselves too closely to little
things often become incapable of great things.
A man often believes himself leader when he is
led; as his mind endeavors to reach on goal, his
heart insensibly drags him towards another.
Whatever difference there appears in our
fortunes, there is nevertheless a certain
comprehension of good and evil which renders them
equal.
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.
To establish ourselves in the world we do
everything to appear as if we were established.
Although men flatter themselves with their great
actions, they are not so often the result of a
great design as of chance.
Happiness is in the taste, and not in the things
themselves; we are happy from possessing what we
like, not from possessing what others like.
We are never so happy or so unhappy as we
suppose.
Excerpted from
Reflections, by Duc de La
Rochefoucauld
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