100 Kata Bijak Dari Francois de La Rochefoucauld
It is with true love as it is with ghosts everyone talks about it but few have seen it.
Men often pass from love to ambition but they seldom come back again from ambition to love.
It is not in the power of even the most crafty dissimulation to conceal love long where it really is nor to counterfeit it long where it is not.
There is only one kind of love but there are a thousand imitations.
There is no disguise which can hide love for long where it exists or simulate it where it does not.
True love is like ghosts which everyone talks about and few have seen.
What makes the pain we feel from shame and jealousy so cutting is that vanity can give us no assistance in bearing them.
Jealousy lives upon doubts. It becomes madness or ceases entirely as soon as we pass from doubt to certainty.
Jealousy contains more of self-love than of love.
One is never fortunate or as unfortunate as one imagines.
In most of mankind gratitude is merely a secret hope of further favors.
Gratitude is merely the secret hope of further favors.
Hope deceiving as it is serves at least to lead us to the end of our lives by an agreeable route.
The happiness and misery of men depend no less on temper than fortune.
Our actions seem to have their lucky and unlucky stars to which a great part of that blame and that commendation is due which is given to the actions themselves.
There are a great many men valued in society who have nothing to recommend them but serviceable vices.
Those that have had great passions esteem themselves for the rest of their lives fortunate and unfortunate in being cured of them.
Too great haste to repay an obligation is a kind of ingratitude.
I never said I wanted to be around for a long time. I always said I wanted to be here for a good time.