
Diary (14 July 1889)
Diary and Letters of Rutherford Birchard Hayes (1922 - 1926)
Letter IV : Heloise to Abelard
Letters of Abelard and Heloise
Context: What occasion had you to praise me? praise is often hurtful to those on whom it is bestowed. A secret vanity springs up in the heart, blinds us, and conceals from us wounds that are ill cured. A seducer flatters us, and at the same time, aims at our destruction. A sincere friend disguises nothing from us, and from passing a light hand over the wound, makes us feel it the more intensely, by applying remedies. Why do you not deal after this manner with me? Will you be esteemed a base dangerous flatterer; or, if you chance to see any thing commendable in me, have you no fear that vanity, which is so natural to all women, should quite efface it? but let us not judge of virtue by outward appearances, for then the reprobates as well as the elect may lay claim to it. An artful impostor may, by his address gain more admiration than the true zeal of a saint.
Diary (14 July 1889)
Diary and Letters of Rutherford Birchard Hayes (1922 - 1926)
Thoughts and Aphorisms (1913), Jnana
“We praise loyalty, but it pays the price when it supports those whom Fortune crushes.”
Dat poenas laudata fides, cum sustinet inquit
quos fortuna premit.
Book VIII, line 485 (tr. J. D. Duff).
Pharsalia
To A Poet, Who Would Have Me Praise Certain Bad Poets, Imitators of His and Mine http://poetry.poetryx.com/poems/1724/
The Green Helmet and Other Poems (1910)
“Praise out of season, or tactlessly bestowed, can freeze the heart as much as blame.”
"First Meeting"
To My Daughters, With Love (1967)
Source: A Mother's Advice to Her Son, 1726, p. 139
“…in this world, often, there is nothing to praise but no one to blame…”
“On Preparing to Read Kipling”, p. 135
A Sad Heart at the Supermarket: Essays & Fables (1962)