Between flattery and admiration there often flows a river of contempt.

Between flattery and admiration there often flows a river of contempt.

Love often wears a mask in order to test loyalty.

Though familiarity may not breed contempt, it takes the edge off admiration

Admiration for ourselves and our institutions is too often measured by our contempt and dislike for foreigners.

There never was a woman who did not prefer an oblique compliment to a straight truth - if the latter were unflattering