There was a time when all these things would have passed me by, like the flitting figures of a theatre, sufficient for the amusement of an hour. But now, I have lost the power of looking merely on the surface. – Lydia Maria Child
He who says he hates every kind of flattery, and says it in earnest, certainly does not yet know every kind of flattery. – G. C. (Georg Christoph) Lichtenberg
