Francois De La Rochefoucauld

One forgives to the degree that one loves.

One forgives to the degree that one loves.

Absence diminishes little passions and increases great ones, as wind extinguishes candles and fans a fire.

Absence diminishes little passions and increases great ones, as wind extinguishes candles and fans a fire.

If we are to judge of love by its consequences, it more nearly resembles hatred than friendship.

If we are to judge of love by its consequences, it more nearly resembles hatred than friendship.

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

We are so accustomed to wearing a disguise before others that eventually we are unable to recognize ourselves.

We are so accustomed to wearing a disguise before others that eventually we are unable to recognize ourselves.