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.
Francois de La RochefoucauldThe most subtle of our acts is to simulate blindness for snares that we know are set for us.
Francois de La RochefoucauldThe mark of extraordinary merit is to see those most envious of it constrained to praise.
Francois de La Rochefoucauld