Vauvenargues, Luc de Clapiers, Marquis de Vauvenargues

There are none so sour as those who are sweet to order.

This is a great sign of mediocrity always moderately to rent.

To execute great things we must live as if they would never die.

We can love with all our hearts those in whom we recognize great faults. It would be impertinent to believe that perfection alone has the right to please us; sometimes our weaknesses attach us to each other as much as our virtues.

We quarrel unfortunate for us to dispense with pity.

When we are convinced of some great truths, and feel our convictions keenly, we must not fear to express it, although others have said it before us. Every thought is new when an author expresses it in a manner peculiar to himself.

You can purchase the mind of Pascal for a crown. Pleasures even cheaper are sold to those who give themselves up to them. It is only luxuries and objects of caprice that are rare and difficult to obtain; unfortunately they are the only things that touch the curiosity and taste of ordinary men.

There are seeds of goodness and justice in the heart of man, if self-interest dominates.

This is a great sign of mediocrity always moderately to rent.

To give, he must belong.

We cannot be just unless we are kindhearted.

We said little strong when trying to say extraordinary.

When we are sick our virtues and our vices are in abeyance.

You cannot forge genius.

There are those who are so scrupulously afraid of doing wrong that they seldom venture to do anything.

This is a reason to talk a lot to think little.

To have no virtue or no vice is equally without precedent.

We cannot judge life by one rule more false than death.

We should expect the best and the worst of mankind, as from the weather.

When we feel we did not do something to someone estimate, we are very close to hate.

You cannot judge life by one rule more false than death.

There are very few people more sour than those with mild interest.

Those who are not able to please women get corrected.

To possess taste, one must have some soul.

We despise a lot of things for us not to despise ourselves.