The more we love our friends, the less we flatter them; it is by excusing nothing that pure love shows itself.
MoliereAnd with his arms crossed he looks pityingly down from his spiritual height on everything that anyone says.
MoliereThe more we love our friends, the less we flatter them; it is by excusing nothing that pure love shows itself.
MoliereAnd with his arms crossed he looks pityingly down from his spiritual height on everything that anyone says.
Moliere