A Quote by Luc de Clapiers

Hope deceives more men than cunning does. — © Luc de Clapiers
Hope deceives more men than cunning does.
It is very often nothing but our own vanity that deceives us. Women fancy admiration means more than it does. And men take care that they should.
It is a pity that, commonly, more care is had--yea, and that among very wise men--to find out rather a cunning man for their horse than a cunning man for their children.
The man who deceives shows more justice than he who does not
Reason deceives us more often than does nature.
More are taken in by hope than by cunning.
One Man may be more cunning than another, but not more cunning than every body else.
One man may be more cunning than another, but no one can be more cunning than all the world.
Self-love is more cunning than the most cunning man in the world.
Don't think so much of your own Cunning, as to forget other Men's; a Cunning Man is overmatched by a cunning Man and a Half.
Nothing doth more hurt in a state than that cunning men pass for wise.
A suspicious person is the rival of him that deceives, both seem to practice a knowledge of cunning device, and equable sense of disengenuous merit.
After such knowledge, what forgiveness? Think now History has many cunning passages, contrived corridors And issues, deceives with whispering ambitions Guides us by vanities.
That observation which is called knowledge of the world will be found much more frequently to make men cunning than good.
A cunning woman is her own mistress because she confides in no one. She who deceives others anticipates deceit, and guards herself.
A man is not merely a man but a man among men, in a world of men. Being good at being a man has more to do with a man’s ability to succeed with men and within groups of men than it does with a man’s relationship to any woman or any group of women. When someone tells a man to be a man, they are telling him to be more like other men, more like the majority of men, and ideally more like the men who other men hold in high regard.
No doubt other writers have often put a thing more brilliantly, more subtly than even a very cunning artist in words can hope to emulate, a supreme phrase being a bit of luck that only happens now and then. And inasmuch as the condiments and secret travail of human nature are always the same, and that certain psychological moments must ever and ever recur, what more tempting than to pin down such a moment with the blow of a borrowed hammer?
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