A Quote by Francois de La Rochefoucauld

Fortune cures us of many faults that reason could not. — © Francois de La Rochefoucauld
Fortune cures us of many faults that reason could not.
Fortune mends more faults in us than ever reason would be able to do.
Chance corrects us of many faults that reason would not know how to correct.
Before making peace, war is necessary, and that war must be made with our self. Our worst enemy is our self: our faults, our weaknesses, our limitations. And our mind is such a traitor! What does it? It covers our faults even from our own eyes, and points out to us the reason for all our difficulties: others! So it constantly deludes us, keeping us unaware of the real enemy, and pushes us towards those others to fight them, showing them to us as our enemies.
Now, justification in this life is given to us according to these three things: first by the laver of regeneration by which all sins are forgiven; then, by a struggle with the faults from whose guilt we have been absolved; the third, when our prayer is heard, in which we say: 'Forgive us our debts,' because however bravely we fight against our faults, we are men; but the grace of God so aids as we fight in this corruptible body that there is reason for His hearing us as we ask forgiveness.
Faults! I adore faults! I can never find too many in any creature.
Who mix'd reason with pleasure, and wisdom with mirth: If he had any faults, he has left us in doubt.
More important is the fact that embryonic stem cell research could lead to new treatments and cures for the many Americans afflicted with life-threatening and debilitating diseases.
There are so many kinds of madness, so many ways in which the human brain may go wrong; and so often it happens that what we call madness is both reasonable and just. It is so. Yes. A little reason is good for us, a little more makes wise men of some of us--but when our reason over-grows us and we reach too far, something breaks and we go insane.
Many dishes many diseases, Many medicines few cures.
All of us collect fortunes when we are children. A fortune of colors, of lights, and darkness, of movement, of tensions. Some of us have the fantastic chance to go back to his fortune when grown up.
Meg, I give you your faults." "My faults!" Meg cried. "Your faults." "But I'm always trying to get rid of my faults!" "Yes," Mrs. Whatsit said. "However, I think you'll find they'll come in very handy on Camazotz.
The Royall Crowne cures not the head-ach. [The Royal Crown cures not the headache.]
God made us for one reason: so He could have fellowship with us. It wasn't that He was lonely or needed us but He made us in His image so He could shower His love upon us.
For misdirected love, the attainment of its object is, indeed, the best cure; but it cures as the guillotine cures headache.
The citizens of Tumortown are forever assailed with cures and rumors of cures.
If I see a certain faults in people, I know there will be more faults in me as well. I'd rather focus on how I should work on my faults.
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