Maxioms by La Rochefoucauld
We confess to little faults only to persuade others that we have no great ones.
We confess to little faults only to persuade others that we have no great ones.
There is no disguise which can hide love for long where it exists, or simulate it where it does not.
There is no disguise which can hide love for long where it exists, or simulate it where it does not.
