The generality of virtuous women are like hidden treasures, they are safe only because nobody has sought after them.
Francois De La RochefoucauldRead
Hope is the last thing that dies in man; and though it be exceedingly deceitful, yet it is of this good use to us, that while we are traveling through life it conducts us in an easier and more pleasant way to our journey's end.
Interpretation
Hope remains with us until the end, guiding us through life's challenges despite its deceptive nature.
In this quote, Francois De La Rochefoucauld reflects on the nature of hope, suggesting that even when it may lead us astray or deceive us, it serves a valuable purpose. Hope offers comfort and guidance as we navigate the complexities of life, making our journey towards our goals more bearable and enjoyable.
In practice
During a motivational speech about perseverance.
The generality of virtuous women are like hidden treasures, they are safe only because nobody has sought after them.
Old men delight in giving good advice as a consolation for the fact that they can no longer set bad examples.
Some counterfeits reproduce so very well the truth that it would be a flaw of judgment not to be deceived by them.
Conceit causes more conversation than wit.
The defects and faults of the mind are like wounds in the body; after all imaginable care has been taken to heal them up, still there will be a scar left behind, and they are in continual danger of breaking the skin and bursting out again.
To understand matters rightly we should understand their details; and as that knowledge is almost infinite, our knowledge is always superficial and imperfect.
If heartaches was commercials, we'd all be on TV.
There are times in life when people must know when not to let go. Balloons are designed to teach small children this.
Life is a song, sing it. Life is a struggle, accept it.
It is often said that New York is a city for only the very rich and the very poor. It is less often said that New York is also, at least for those of us who came there from somewhere else, a city for only the very young.
It marked the beginning and, of course, an end. At that moment a chapter, no, a whole stage of my closed. Had I known, and had there been a spare second or two, I might have allowed myself a little nostalgia.
Life is fragile, like the dew hanging delicately on the grass, crystal drops that will be carried away on the first morning breeze.
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