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We Label Judges With Having The Meanest Motives, And Yet We Desire That Our Reputation And Fame Should Depend Upon The Judgment Of Men, Who Are All, Either From Their Jealousy Or Preoccupation Or Want Of Intelligence, Opposed To Us - And Yet Despite Their Bias, Just For The Sake Of Making These Men Decide In Our Favor, We Peril In So Many Ways Both Our Peace And Our Life.

-Francois De La Rochefoucauld

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Francois De La Rochefoucauld

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We Label Judges With Having The Meanest Motives, And Yet We Desire That Our Reputation And Fame Should Depend Upon The Judgment Of Men, Who Are All, Either From Their Jealousy Or Preoccupation Or Want Of Intelligence, Opposed To Us - And Yet Despite Their Bias, Just For The Sake Of Making These Men Decide In Our Favor, We Peril In So Many Ways Both Our Peace And Our Life.

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Our Minds Are Lazier Than Our Bodies.

Envy Is Destroyed By True Friendship, As Coquetry By True Love.

Virtues Lose Themselves In Self-interest, As Rivers In The Sea.

The Sure Way To Be Cheated Is To Think One's Self More Cunning Than Others.

Quarrels Would Not Last Long If The Fault Was Only On One Side.

We Seldom Praise Anyone In Good Earnest, Except Such As Admire Us.

Only Great Men Have Great Faults.

Innocence Does Not Find Near So Much Protection As Guilt.

Love Is To The Soul Of Him Who Loves, What The Soul Is To The Body Which It Animates.

Our Enemies Come Nearer The Truth In The Opinions They Form Of Us Than We Do In Our Opinion Of Ourselves.

A Man Often Believes Himself Leader When He Is Led; As His Mind Endeavors To Reach One Goal, His Heart Insensibly Drags Him Towards Another.

A Fool Has Not Material Enough To Be Good. [fr., Un Sot N'a Pas Assez D'etoffe Pour Etre Bon.]

We Often Do Shallow Good In Order To Accomplish Evil With Impunity.

The Passions Do Very Often Give Birth To Others Of A Nature Most Contrary To Their Own. Thus Avarice Sometimes Brings Forth Prodigality, And Prodigality Avarice; A Man's Resolution Is Very Often The Effect Of Levity, And His Boldness That Of Cowardice And Fear.

The Heat Of Youth Is Not More Opposed To Safety Than The Coldness Of Age.

There Are Few Occasions When We Should Make A Bad Bargain By Giving Up The Good On Condition That No Ill Was Said Of Us.

We Should Scarcely Desire Things Ardently If We Were Perfectly Acquainted With What We Desire.

The Intellect Of The Generality Of Women Serves More To Fortify Their Folly Than Their Reason.

Death, Like The Sun, Cannot Be Looked At Steadily.

One Thing Which Makes Us Find So Few People Who Appear Reasonable And Agreeable In Conversation Is, That There Is Scarcely Any One Who Does Not Think More Of What He Is About To Say Than Of Answering Precisely What Is Said To Him.

We Are Eager To Believe That Others Are Flawed Because We Are Eager To Believe In What We Wish For.

Moderation Is The Feebleness And Sloth Of The Soul, Whereas Ambition Is The Warmth And Activity Of It.

It Is A Wearisome Disease To Preserve Health By Too Strict A Regimen.

A Man Is Ridiculous Less Through The Characteristics He Has Than Through Those He Affects To Have.

Characteristics

However We May Conceal Our Passions Under The Veil ... There Is Always Some Place Where They Peep Out.

We Sometimes Think That We Hate Flattery, But We Only Hate The Manner In Which It Is Done. [fr., On Croit Quelquefoir Hair La Flatterie; Maid On Ne Hait Que A Maniere De Flatter.]

True Eloquence Consists In Saying All That Should Be Said, And That Only.

Honest People Will Respect Us For Our Merit: The Public, For Our Luck.

No Accidents Are So Unlucky [bad] But That The Wise May Draw Some Advantage [good] From Them.

A Woman Often Thinks She Regrets The Lover, When She Only Regrets The Love.

That Good Disposition Which Boasts Of Being Most Tender Is Often Stifled By The Least Urging Of Self-interest.

When A Man Must Force Himself To Be Faithful In His Love, This Is Hardly Better Than Unfaithfulness.

Nothing Is So Contagious As Example; And We Never Do Any Great Good Or Evil Which Does Not Produce Its Like.

It Is Pointless For A Woman To Be Young Unless Pretty, Or To Be Pretty Unless Young.

The Truest Mark Of Being Born With Great Qualities Is To Be Born Without Envy.

Few Things Are Needed To Make A Wise Man Happy; Nothing Can Make A Fool Content; That Is Why Most Men Are Miserable.

The Height Of Cleverness Is To Be Able To Conceal It.

If One Judges Love By The Majority Of Its Effects, It Is More Like Hatred Than Like Friendship.

We Are Always Bored By The Very People By Whom It Is Vital Not To Be Bored.

We Say Little, When Vanity Does Not Make Us Speak.

Perfect Courage Is To Do Without Witnesses What One Would Be Capable Of Doing With The World Looking On.

Commonplace Minds Usually Condemn What Is Beyond The Reach Of Their Understanding.

The Desire Which Urges Us To Deserve Praise Strengthens Our Good Qualities, And Praise Given To Wit, Valour, And Beauty, Tends To Increase Them.

The Contempt Of Riches In The Philosophers Was A Concealed Desire Of Revenging On Fortune The Injustice Done To Their Merit, By Despising The Good She Denied Them.

Some People Are So Extremely Whiffling And Inconsiderable That They Are As Far From Any Real Faults As From Substantial Virtues.

There Are Few Things We Should Keenly Desire If We Really Knew What We Wanted.

A Person Well Satisfied With Themselves Is Seldom Satisfied With Others, And Others, Rarely Are With Them.

Some Beautiful Things Are More Dazzling When They Are Still Imperfect Than When They Have Been Too Perfectly Crafted.

Humility Is The Altar Upon Which God Wishes That We Should Offer Him His Sacrifices.

Humility Is Often A False Front We Employ To Gain Power Over Others.

Power Over Others

If We Judge Love By Most Of Its Effects, It Resembles Rather Hatred Than Affection.

Before We Set Our Hearts Too Much Upon Anything, Let Us Examine How Happy They Are, Who Already Possess It.

The Extreme Delight We Experience In Talking About Ourselves Should Warn Us That Those Who Listen Do Not Share It.

The Head Does Not Know How To Play The Part Of The Heart For Long.

There Are Reproaches Which Praise, And Praises Which Defame.

Most Women Lament Not The Death Of Their Lovers So Much Out Of Real Affection For Them, As Because They Would Appear Worthy Of Love.

The Duration Of Our Passions Is No More Dependent On Ourselves Than The Duration Of Our Lives.

Fancy Sets The Value On The Gifts Of Fortune.

We Have No Patience With Other People's Vanity Because It Is Offensive To Our Own.

The Ambitious Deceive Themselves In Proposing An End To Their Ambition; That End, When Attained, Becomes A Means.

Moderation Is A Fear Of Falling Into That Envy And Contempt Which Those Who Grow Giddy With Their Good Fortune Quite Justly Draw Upon Themselves. It Is A Vain Boasting Of The Greatness Of Our Mind.

There Are Fine Things That Are More Brilliant When They Are Unfinished Than When Finished Too Much.

Confidence Always Pleases Those Who Receive It. It Is A Tribute We Pay To Their Merit, A Deposit We Commit To Their Trust, A Pledge That Gives Them A Claim Upon Us, A Kind Of Dependence To Which We Voluntarily Submit.

People Are Often Vain Of Their Passions, Even Of The Worst, But Envy Is A Passion So Timid And Shame-faced That No One Ever Dare Avow Her.

When We Enlarge Upon The Affection Our Friends Have For Us, This Is Very Often Not So Much Out Of A Sense Of Gratitude As From A Desire To Persuade People Of Our Own Great Worth, That Can Deserve So Much Kindness.

A Man's Worth Has Its Season, Like Fruit.

Intrepidity Is An Extraordinary Strength Of Soul, Which Raises It Above The Troubles, Disorders And Emotions Which The Sight Of Great Perils Can Arouse In It; By This Strength Heroes Maintain A Calm Aspect And Preserve Their Reason And Liberty In The Most Surprising And Terrible Accidents.

Weak People Cannot Be Sincere.

As Uncommon A Thing As True Love Is, It Is Yet Easier To Find Than True Friendship.

It Is Not In The Power Of Even The Most Crafty Dissimulation To Conceal Love Long, Where It Really Is, Nor To Counterfeit It Long Where It Is Not.

There Are People Who In Spite Of Their Merit Disgust Us And Others Who Please Us In Spite Of Their Faults.

Whatever Discoveries We May Have Made In The Regions Of Self-love, There Still Remain Many Unknown Lands.

We Love Much Better Those Who Endeavor To Imitate Us, Than Those Who Strive To Equal Us. For Imitation Is A Sign Of Esteem, But Competition Of Envy.

Nothing Is More Ridiculous In Old People That Were Once Good-looking, Than To Forget That They Are Not So Still.

It Is Most Difficult To Speak When We Are Ashamed Of Being Silent.

Our Hopes, Often Though They Deceive Us, Lead Us Pleasantly Along The Path Of Life.

Our Self-love Can Less Bear To Have Our Tastes Than Our Opinions Condemned.

Of All Our Faults, The One We Avow Most Easily Is Idleness; We Persuade Ourselves That It Is Allied To All The Peaceable Virtues,and As For The Others, That It Does Not Destroy Them Utterly, But Only Suspends The Exercise Of Their Functions.

Hope And Fear Are Inseparable.

A Wise Man Should Order His Interests, And Set Them All In Their Proper Places. This Order Is Often Troubled By Greed, Which Putsus Upon Pursuing So Many Things At Once That, In Eagerness For Matters Of Less Consideration, We Grasp At Trifles, And Let Go Things Of Greater Value.

We Give Nothing So Freely As Advice.

Our Merit Gains Us The Esteem Of The Virtuous-our Star That Of The Public.

Those Who Most Obstinately Oppose The Most Widely-held Opinions More Often Do So Because Of Pride Than Lack Of Intelligence. They Find The Best Places In The Right Set Already Taken, And They Do Not Want Back Seats.

Absence Cools Moderate Passions, And Inflames Violent Ones; Just As The Wind Blows Out Candles, But Kindles Fires.

Youth Is A Continual Intoxication; It Is The Fever Of Reason.

We Would Rather Speak Ill Of Ourselves Than Not Talk About Ourselves At All.

It May Be Said That The Vices Await Us In The Journey Of Life Like Hosts With Whom We Must Successively Lodge; And I Doubt Whether Experience Would Make Us Avoid Them If We Were To Travel The Same Road A Second Time.

Sometimes There Are Accidents In Our Lives The Skillful Extrication From Which Demands A Little Folly.

We Are Nearer Loving Those Who Hate Us Than Those Who Love Us More Than We Wish.

When The Philosophers Despised Riches, It Was Because They Had A Mind To Vindicate Their Own Merit, And Take Revenge Upon The Injustice Of Fortune By Vilifying Those Enjoyments Which She Had Not Given Them.

It Is Far Better To Be Deceived Than Undeceived By Those Whom We Tenderly Love.

True Friendship Destroys Envy, And True Love Destroys Coquetterie.

We Always Get Bored With Those Whom We Bore.

To Eat Is A Necessity, But To Eat Intelligently Is An Art.

What Is Called Liberality Is Often Merely The Vanity Of Giving.

Nothing Is So Contagious As Example.

Men's Happiness And Misery Depends Altogether As Much Upon Their Own Humor As It Does Upon Fortune.

The Pleasure Of Love Is In Loving; We Are Happier In The Passion We Feel Than In What We Inspire.

How Deceitful Hope May Be, Yet She Carries Us On Pleasantly To The End Of Life.

We Are Almost Always Bored By Just Those Whom We Must Not Find Boring.

There Is At Least As Much Eloquence In The Voice, Eyes, And Air Of A Speaker As In His Choice Of Words.

None But Great Men Are Capable Of Having Great Flaws.

Jealousy Is The Greatest Of All Evils, And The One That Arouses The Least Pity In The Person Who Causes It.

A Man's Wits Are Better Employed In Bearing Up Under The Misfortunes That Lie Upon Him At Present Than In Foreseeing Those That May Come Upon Him Hereafter.

Heat Of Blood Makes Young People Change Their Inclinations Often, And Habit Makes Old Ones Keep To Theirs A Great While.

We Endeavor To Make A Virtue Of The Faults We Are Unwilling To Correct.

Pity Is A Sense Of Our Own Misfortunes In Those Of Another Man; It Is A Sort Of Foresight Of The Disasters Which May Befall Ourselves. We Assist Others,, In Order That They May Assist Us On Like Occasions; So That The Services We Offer To The Unfortunate Are In Reality So Many Anticipated Kindnesses To Ourselves.

We Are Not Fond Of Praising, And Never Praise Any One Except From Interested Motives. Praise Is A Clever, Concealed, And Delicate Flattery, Which Gratifies In Different Ways The Giver And The Receiver. The One Takes It As A Recompense Of His Merit, And The Other Bestows It To Display His Equity And Discernment.

It Is As Proper To Have Pride In Oneself As It Ridiculous To Show It To Others.

There Are Crimes Which Become Innocent And Even Glorious Through Their Splendor, Number And Excess.

Gratitude Is Like Credit; It Is The Backbone Of Our Relations; Frequently We Pay Our Debts Not Because Equity Demands That We Should, But To Facilitate Future Loans.

Nothing Is Given So Profusely As Advice.

Avarice Often Produces Opposite Results: There Are An Infinite Number Of Persons Who Sacrifice Their Property To Doubtful And Distant Expectations; Others Mistake Great Future Advantages For Small Present Interests.

Virtue Would Not Make Such Advances If There Were Not A Little Vanity To Keep It Company.

It Is A Species Of Coquetry To Make A Parade Of Never Practising It.

Some Disguised Deceits Counterfeit Truth So Perfectly That Not To Be Taken In By Them Would Be An Error Of Judgment.

Hope Is The Last Thing That Dies In Man; And Though It Be Exceedingly Deceitful, Yet It Is Of This Good Use To Us, That While We Are Traveling Through Life It Conducts Us In An Easier And More Pleasant Way To Our Journey's End.

What We Take For Virtue Is Often Nothing But An Assemblage Of Different Actions, And Of Different Interests, That Fortune Or Our Industry Knows How To Arrange.

If There Be A Love Pure And Free From The Admixture Of Our Other Passions, It Is That Which Lies Hidden In The Bottom Of Our Heart, And Which We Know Not Ourselves.

Being A Blockhead Is Sometimes The Best Security Against Being Cheated By A Man Of Wit.

Jealousy Is Bred In Doubts. When Those Doubts Change Into Certainties, Then The Passion Either Ceases Or Turns Absolute Madness.

Tis A Sort Of Coquetry To Boast That We Never Coquet.

The Passions Are The Only Orators Which Always Persuade.

It Is Difficult To Define Love; All We Can Say Is, That In The Soul It Is A Desire To Rule, In The Mind It Is A Sympathy, And In The Body It Is A Hidden And Delicate Wish To Possess What We Love-plus Many Mysteries.

The Passions Are The Only Orators That Always Persuade: They Are, As It Were, A Natural Art, The Rules Of Which Are Infallible; And The Simplest Man With Passion Is More Persuasive Than The Most Eloquent Without It.

There Are People Who, Like New Songs, Are In Vogue Only For A Time.

Humility Is Often Merely Feigned Submissiveness Assumed In Order To Subject Others, An Artifice Of Pride Which Stoops To Conquer, And Although Pride Has A Thousand Ways Of Transforming Itself It Is Never So Well Disguised And Able To Take People In As When Masquerading As Humility.

It Is From A Weakness And Smallness Of Mind That Men Are Opinionated; And We Are Very Loath To Believe What We Are Not Able To Comprehend.

Clemency, Which We Make A Virtue Of, Proceeds Sometimes From Vanity, Sometimes From Indolence, Often From Fear, And Almost Always From A Mixture Of All Three.

In Their Early Passions Women Are In Love With The Lover, Later They Are In Love With Love.

Jealousy Is Not So Much The Love Of Another As The Love Of Ourselves.

There Are Heroes Of Wickedness, As There Are Of Goodness.

Sometimes In Life Situations Develop That Only The Half-crazy Can Get Out Of.

Mediocre Minds Usually Dismiss Anything Which Reaches Beyond Their Own Understanding.

Jealousy Contains More Of Self-love Than Of Love.

There Are But Very Few Men Clever Enough To Know All The Mischief They Do.

We May Say Of Agreeableness, As Distinct From Beauty, That It Is A Symmetry Whose Rules Are Unknown.

We Get So Much In The Habit Of Wearing Disguises Before Others That We Finally Appear Disguised Before Ourselves.

Folly Pursues Us At All Periods Of Our Lives. If Someone Seems Wise It Is Only Because His Follies Are Proportionate To His Age And Fortune.

Το Know How To Profit By Good Advice, Requires Nearly As Much Ability As To Know How To Act For One'self.

The Happiness And Misery Of Men Depend No Less On Temper Than Fortune.

Love Of Glory, Fear Of Shame, Greed For Fortune, The Desire To Make Life Agreeable And Comfortable, And The Wish To Depreciate Others - All Of These Are Often The Causes Of The Bravery That Is Spoken So Highly Of By Men.

None Deserve Praise For Being Good Who Have Not The Spirit To Be Bad: Goodness, For The Most Part, Is Nothing But Indolence Or Weakness Of Will.

The Defects And Faults Of The Mind Are Like Wounds In The Body; After All Imaginable Care Has Been Taken To Heal Them Up, Still There Will Be A Scar Left Behind, And They Are In Continual Danger Of Breaking The Skin And Bursting Out Again.

The Most Subtle Of Our Acts Is To Simulate Blindness For Snares That We Know Are Set For Us.

Considering How Little The Beginning Or The Ceasing To Love Is In Our Own Power, It Is Foolish And Unreasonable For The Lover Or His Mistress To Complain Of One Another's Inconstancy.

However Glorious An Action In Itself, It Ought Not To Pass For Great If It Be Not The Effect Of Wisdom And Intention.

If We Had No Faults, We Would Not Derive So Much Pleasure From Noting Those Of Other People.

There Are Women Who Never Had An Intrigue; But There Are Scarce Any Who Never Had But One.

If We Are To Judge Of Love By Its Consequences, It More Nearly Resembles Hatred Than Friendship.

That Man, We May Be Sure, Is A Person Of True Worth, Whom Those Who Envy Him Most Are Yet Forced To Praise.

What Makes Us So Bitter Against People Who Outwit Us Is That They Think Themselves Cleverer Than We Are.

Some Men Are So Full Of Themselves That When They Fall In Love, They Amuse Themselves Rather With Their Own Passion Than With Theperson They Love.

Women Can More Easily Conquer Their Passion Than Their Coquetterie.

Few Things Are Needful To Make The Wise Man Happy, But Nothing Satisfies The Fool; - And This Is The Reason Why So Many Of Mankind Are Miserable.

Decency Is The Least Of All Laws, But Yet It Is The Law Which Is Most Strictly Observed.

The Name And Pretense Of Virtue Is As Serviceable To Self-interest As Are Real Vices.

Love Is The Smallest Part Of Gallantry.

The Only Thing That Should Surprise Us Is That There Are Still Some Things That Can Surprise Us.

We Often In Our Misfortunes Take That For Constancy And Patience Which Is Only Dejection Of Mind; We Suffer Without Daring To Holdup Our Heads, Just As Cowards Let Themselves Be Knocked On The Head Because They Have Not Courage To Strike Back.

Absence Abates A Moderate Passion And Intensifies A Great One - As The Wind Blows Out A Candle But Fans Fire Into Flame.

The More We Love, The Nearer We Are To Hate.

Jealousy Is Not Love, But Self-love.

Silence Is The Best Security To The Man Who Distrusts Himself.

What Men Call Friendship Is No More Than A Partnership, A Mutual Care Of Interests, An Exchange Of Favors - In A Word, It Is A Sort Of Traffic, In Which Self-love Ever Proposes To Be The Gainer.

Only Strong Natures Can Really Be Sweet Ones; Those That Seem Sweet Are In General Only Weak, And May Easily Turn Sour.

It Is Easier To Know Men In General, Than Men In Particular.

Never Give Anyone The Advice To Buy Or Sell Shares, Because The Most Benevolent Price Of Advice Can Turn Out Badly.

A Clever Man Reaps Some Benefit From The Worst Catastrophe, And A Fool Can Turn Even Good Luck To His Disadvantage.

What We Take For High-mindedness Is Very Often No Other Than Ambition Well Disguised, That Scorns Means Interests, Only To Pursuegreater.

Some Allow Themselves To Be Overcome By Panic, And Others Charge Because They Dare Not Remain At Their Posts. Some May Be Found Whose Courage Is Strengthened By Small Perils That Prepare Them To Face Greater Dangers. Some Are Daring When Facing Swords But Dread Facing Bullets; Others Dread Bullets Little But Fear Facing Swords A Lot.

Those Who Are Condemned To Death Affect Sometimes A Constancy And Contempt For Death Which Is Only The Fear Of Facing It; So That One May Say That This Constancy And Contempt Are To Their Mind What The Bandage Is To Their Eyes.

Constancy In Love Is A Perpetual Inconstancy Which Fixes Our Hearts Successively To All The Qualities Of The Person Loved--sometimes Admiring One And Sometimes Another Above All The Rest--so That This Constancy Roves As Far As It Can, And Is No Better Than Inconstancy, Confined Within The Compass Of One Person.

Humility Is Often Only A Feigned Submissiveness By Which Men Hope To Bring Other People To Submit To Them; It Is A More Calculated Sort Of Pride.

There Are Follies As Catching As Contagious Disorders.

Perfect Courage And Utter Cowardice Are Two Extremes Which Rarely Occur.

Taste May Change, But Inclination Never.

When A Man Is In Love, He Doubts, Very Often, What He Most Firmly Believes.

There Are Some People Who Would Never Have Fallen In Love If They Had Not Heard There Was Such A Thing.

We Often Pride Ourselves On Even The Most Criminal Passions, But Envy Is A Timid And Shamefaced Passion We Never Dare To Acknowledge.

Nothing Should Lessen Our Satisfaction With Ourselves As Much As When We Notice That We Disapprove Of Something At One Time That We Approve Of At Another Time.

Men Give Away Nothing So Liberally As Their Advice.

Our Enemies' Opinion Of Us Comes Closer To The Truth Than Our Own.

The Truest Comparison We Can Make Of Love Is To Liken It To A Fever; We Have No More Power Over The One Than The Other, Either As To Its Violence Or Duration.

We May Give Advice, But Not The Sense To Use It.

A True Friend Is The Greatest Of All Blessings, And That Which We Take The Least Care Of All To Acquire.

When You Plant A Seed Of Love, It Is You That Blossoms. Ma Jaya Sati Bhagavati The 11 Karmic Spaces: Choosing Freedom From The Patterns That Bind You There Are Two Kinds Of Faithfulness In Love: One Is Based On Forever Finding New Things To Love In The Loved One; The Other Is Based On Our Pride In Being Faithful.

What Is Perfectly True Is Perfectly Witty.

If We Resist Our Passions, It Is More Due To Their Weakness Than Our Strength.

Those Who Have The Most Cunning Affect All Their Lives To Condemn Cunning; That They May Make Use Of It On Some Great Occasion, And To Some Great End.

Plenty Of People Want To Be Pious, But No One Yearns To Be Humble.

The Constancy Of Sages Is Nothing But The Art Of Locking Up Their Agitation In Their Hearts.

We Are Better Pleased To See Those On Whom We Confer Benefits Than Those From Whom We Receive Them.

Whatever Distrust We May Have Of The Sincerity Of Those Who Converse With Us, We Always Believe They Will Tell Us More Truth Than They Do To Others.

If We Did Not Flatter Ourselves, The Flattery Of Others Could Never Harm Us.

When The Heart Is Still Disturbed By The Relics Of A Passion It Is Proner To Take Up A New One Than When Wholly Cured.

It Is More Often From Pride Than From Ignorance That We Are So Obstinately Opposed To Current Opinions; We Find The First Places Taken, And We Do Not Want To Be The Last.

Every One Speaks Well Of His Own Heart, But No One Dares Speak Well Of His Own Mind.

The Love Of New Acquaintance Comes Not So Much From Being Weary Of What We Had Before, Or From Any Satisfaction There Is In Change, As From The Distaste We Feel In Being Too Little Admired By Those That Know Us Too Well, And The Hope Of Being More Admired By Those That Know Us Less.

Praise Is Flattery, Artful, Hidden, Delicate, Which Gratifies Differently Him Who Praises And Him Who Is Praised. The One Takes It As The Reward Of Merit, The Other Bestows It To Show His Impartiality And Knowledge.

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