Reflections | Page 9

who, as they never do
anything from reason, have need of passions to stimulate their actions.
“I love my friends; and I love them to such an extent that I would not
for a moment weigh my interest against theirs. I condescend to them, I
patiently endure their bad temper. But, also, I do not make much of

their caresses, and I do not feel great uneasiness in their absence.
“Naturally, I have but little curiosity about the majority of things that
stir up curiosity in other men. I am very secret, and I have less
difficulty than most men in holding my tongue as to what is told me in
confidence. I am most particular as to my word, and I would never fail,
whatever might be the conse- quence, to do what I had promised; and I
have made this an inflexible law during the whole of my life.
“I keep the most punctilious civility to women. I do not believe I have
ever said anything before them which could cause them annoyance.
When their intellect is cultivated, I prefer their society to that of men:
one there finds a mildness one does not meet with among ourselves,
and it seems to me beyond this that they express themselves with more
neatness, and give a more agreeable turn to the things they talk about.
As for flirtation, I formerly indulged in a little, now I shall do so no
more, though I am still young. I have renounced all flirtation, and I am
simply astonished that there are still so many sensible people who can
occupy their time with it.
“I wholly approve of real loves; they indicate great- ness of soul, and
although, in the uneasiness they give rise to, there is a something
contrary to strict wisdom, they fit in so well with the most severe virtue,
that I believe they cannot be censured with justice. To me who have
known all that is fine and grand in the lofty aspirations of love, if I ever
fall in love, it will as- suredly be in love of that nature. But in
accordance with the present turn of my mind, I do not believe that the
knowledge I have of it will ever change from my mind to my heart.”
Such is his own description of himself. Let us now turn to the other
picture, delineated by the man who was his bitterest enemy, and whom
(we say it with regret) Rochefoucauld tried to murder.
Cardinal De Retz thus paints him:-- “In M. de la Rochefoucauld there
was ever an indescribable something. From his infancy he always
wanted to be mixed up with plots, at a time when he could not
understand even the smallest interests (which has indeed never been his
weak point,) or comprehend greater ones, which in another sense has
never been his strong point. He was never fitted for any matter, and I
really cannot tell the reason. His glance was not sufficiently wide, and
he could not take in at once all that lay in his sight, but his good sense,
perfect in theories, combined with his gentleness, his winning ways, his

pleasing manners, which are perfect, should more than compensate for
his lack of penetration. He always had a natural irresoluteness, but I
cannot say to what this irresolution is to be attributed. It could not arise
in him from the wealth of his imagina- tion, for that was anything but
lively. I cannot put it down to the barrenness of his judgment, for,
although he was not prompt in action, he had a good store of reason.
We see the effects of this irresolution, although we cannot assign a
cause for it. He was never a general, though a great soldier; never, na-
turally, a good courtier, although he had always a good idea of being so.
He was never a good partizan, although all his life engaged in intrigues.
That air of pride and timidity which your see in his private life, is
turned in business into an apologetic manner. He always believed he
had need of it; and this, com- bined with his ‘Maxims,’ which show
little faith in virtue, and his habitual custom, to give up matters with the
same haste he undertook them, leads me to the conclusion that he
would have done far better to have known his own mind, and have
passed himself off, as he could have done, for the most polished
courtier, the most agreeable man in private life that had appeared in his
century.”
It is but justice to the Cardinal to say, that the Duc is not painted in
such dark colours as we should have expected, judging from what we
know of the character of De Retz. With his marvellous power