Francois De La Rochefoucauld

One forgives to the degree that one loves.

One forgives to the degree that one loves.

The heart is forever making the head its fool.

The heart is forever making the head its fool.

Love, like fire, cannot subsist without constant impulse; it ceases to live from the moment it ceases to hope or read more

Love, like fire, cannot subsist without constant impulse; it ceases to live from the moment it ceases to hope or to fear

All the passions make us commit faults; love makes us commit the most ridiculous ones.

All the passions make us commit faults; love makes us commit the most ridiculous ones.

We get so much in the habit of wearing disguises before others that we finally appear disguised before ourselves.

We get so much in the habit of wearing disguises before others that we finally appear disguised before ourselves.