Antoine de Rivarol (26 June 1753 – 11 April 1801) was a Royalist[1] French writer and translator who lived during the Revolutionary era.[2][3] He was briefly married to the translator Louisa Henrietta de Rivarol. (wikipedia)
Axioms are delightful in theory, but impossible in practice.
It is not he who searches for praise who finds it.
Obtuseness is sometimes a virtue.
Indolence and stupidity are first cousins.
To be ungrateful is to be unnatural. The head may be thus guilty, not the heart.
It is a notable circumstance that mothers who are themselves open to severe comments as to their, moral character, are generally most solicitous as to the virtuous behavior of their daughters.
That which happens to the soil when it ceases to be cultivated by the social man happens to man himself when he foolishly forsakes society for solitude; the brambles grow up in his desert heart.
The mischief of children is seldom actuated by malice; that of grown-up people always is.
Extremes produce reaction. Beware that our boasted civilization does not lapse into barbarism.
Oblivion is the rule and fame the exception, of humanity.