IdleHearts / Francois VI
Passion makes idiots of the cleverest men, and makes the biggest idiots clever.
It is great folly to wish to be wise all alone.
One can find women who have never had one love affair, but it is rare indeed to find any who have had only one.
There are few virtuous women who are not bored with their trade.
Absence diminishes mediocre passions and increases great ones, as the wind extinguishes candles and fans fires.
Weakness of character is the only defect which cannot be amended.
We would frequently be ashamed of our good deeds if people saw all of the motives that produced them.
We should often feel ashamed of our best actions if the world could see all the motives which produced them.
We are so accustomed to disguise ourselves to others that in the end we become disguised to ourselves.
All the passions make us commit faults; love makes us commit the most ridiculous ones.
A great many men’s gratitude is nothing but a secret desire to hook in more valuable kindnesses hereafter.
A man is sometimes as different from himself as he is from others.
A man’s worth has its season, like fruit.
A refusal of praise is a desire to be praised twice.
A true friend is the greatest of all blessings, and that which we take the least care of all to acquire.
A work can become modern only if it is first postmodern. Postmodernism thus understood is not modernism at its end but in the nascent state, and this state is constant.
As great minds have the faculty of saying a great deal in a few words, so lesser minds have a talent of talking much, and saying nothing.
As it is the characteristic of great wits to say much in few words, so small wits seem to have the gift of speaking much and saying nothing.
As one grows older, one becomes wiser and more foolish.
Before we set our hearts too much upon anything, let us examine how happy they are, who already possess it.
Being a blockhead is sometimes the best security against being cheated by a man of wit.
Conceit causes more conversation than wit.
Confidence contributes more to conversation than wit.
Decency is the least of all laws, but yet it is the law which is most strictly observed.
Every one speaks well of his own heart, but no one dares speak well of his own mind.
Everyone complains of his memory, and nobody complains of his judgment.