A Quote by Abraham Lincoln

Knavery and flattery are blood relations. — © Abraham Lincoln
Knavery and flattery are blood relations.
Cunning leads to knavery. It is but a step from one to the other, and that very slippery. Only lying makes the difference; add that to cunning, and it is knavery.
Knavery is ever suspicious of knavery.
Whatever may be said as to our relations to some other countries, I think the relations of this country to Spain offer no ties of gratitude or of blood.
Sheer flattery got me into the theater. Flattery always works with me, particularly the flattery of women.
In the best, the friendliest and simplest relations flattery or praise is necessary, just as grease is necessary to keep wheels turning.
We don't have to have blood relations in order to be brothers and sisters. Flesh and blood, those are just things that we're made of. In a real family, what matters is our hearts. We care, show concern and love. Anyone can be family too.
An Albanian’s house is the dwelling of God and the guest.’ Of God and the guest, you see. So before it is the house of its master, it is the house of one’s guest. The guest, in an Albanian’s life, represents the supreme ethical category, more important than blood relations. One may pardon the man who spills the blood of one’s father or of one’s son, but never the blood of a guest.
Baloney is flattery laid on so thick it cannot be true, and blarney is flattery so thin we love it.
flattery would be worse than vain; there is no consolation in flattery.
Complimenting someone in an exaggerated way is known as flattery, and flattery will generally get you anything you want.
If solitude deprives of the benefit of advice, it also excludes from the mischief of flattery. But the absence of others' applause is generally supplied by the flattery of one's own breast.
We must define flattery and praise; they are distinct. Trajan was encouraged to virtue by the panegyric Pliny; Tiberius became obstinate in vice from the flattery of his senators.
Freindshipp is beyond all relations of flesh and blood, because it is less materiall.
The flattery of posterity is not worth much more than contemporary flattery, which is worth nothing.
The world is a king, and like a king, desires flattery in return for favor; but true art is selfish and perverse — it will not submit to the mold of flattery.
It remains unbelievable to me that I have any readers beyond my own blood relations - it's a crazy, wild gift.
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