The generality of virtuous women are like hidden treasures, they are safe only because nobody has sought after them.
Francois De La RochefoucauldRead
Old age is a tyrant, who forbids, under pain of death, the pleasures of youth.
Interpretation
Old age restricts the joys of youth and imposes a rigid authority over one's ability to enjoy life.
This quote by FranΓ§ois de La Rochefoucauld reflects on the oppressive nature of aging, suggesting that as people grow older, they often lose the freedoms and pleasures associated with youth. It implies that old age comes with constraints that can stifle the vibrant experiences that one might have enjoyed earlier in life.
In practice
During a motivational speech about embracing life at any age.
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.
A priori Logical propositions are such as can be known a priori without study of the actual world.
It is not the germs we need worry about. It is our inner terrain.
All is ephemeral - fame and the famous as well.
You can only explain America's gun violence problem through guns, because mental illness doesn't automatically lead to violence, and it doesn't lead to violence anywhere else but America.
Intolerance is a species of violence and therefore against our creed.
What if, when this fog scatters and flies upward, the whole rotten, slimey city goes with it, rises with the fog and vanishes like smoke.
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