The generality of virtuous women are like hidden treasures, they are safe only because nobody has sought after them.
Francois De La RochefoucauldRead
We do not despise all those who have vices, but we do despise those that have no virtue.
Interpretation
This quote suggests that while we may acknowledge human imperfections, a lack of virtue is a greater flaw than having vices.
Francois De La Rochefoucauld's quote reflects the understanding that everyone has flaws and vices; however, it is the absence of virtue, the moral principles and qualities that define good character, that should truly concern us. In essence, the quote argues that it is more acceptable to struggle with personal shortcomings than to lack the fundamental qualities that make one admirable or ethical.
In practice
In a discussion on the nature of human flaws during a philosophy class.
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.
There are two kinds of taste, the taste for emotions of surprise and the taste for emotions of recognition.
Can I confess something? I tell you this as an artist, I think you'll understand. Sometimes when I'm driving on the road at night I see two headlights coming toward me. Fast. I have this sudden impulse to turn the wheel quickly, head-on into the oncoming car. I can anticipate the explosion. The sound of shattering glass. The flames rising out of the flowing gasoline.
Woe to him whom this world charms from Gospel duty. Woe to him who seeks to pour oil upon the waters when God has brewed them into a gale. Woe to him who seeks to please rather than to appal. Woe to him whose good name is more to him than goodness. Woe to him who, in this world, courts not dishonor! Woe to him who would not be true, even though to be false were salvation. Yea, woe to him who, as the great Pilot Paul has it, while preaching to others is himself a castaway.
There's the constant concern with what happens to you when you die. Every society thinks about that and makes things to deal with that.
Whatever is silenced will clamor to be heard, though silently.
Our instinct may be to see the impossibility of tracking everything down as frustrating, dispiriting, perhaps even appalling, but it can just as well be viewed as almost unbearably exciting. We live on a planet that has a more or less infinite capacity to surprise. What reasoning person could possibly want it any other way?
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