A Quote by Alexander Pope

Praise from a friend, or censure from a foe, Are lost on hearers that our merits know. — © Alexander Pope
Praise from a friend, or censure from a foe, Are lost on hearers that our merits know.
The praise of the envious is far less creditable than their censure; they praise only that which they can surpass, but that which surpasses them they censure.
Dear is my friend--yet from my foe, as from my friend, comes good: My friend shows what I can do, and my foe what I should.
Most of our censure of others is only oblique praise of self, uttered to show the wisdom and superiority of the speaker. It has all the invidiousness of self-praise, and all the ill-desert of falsehood.
If we regulate our conduct according to our own convictions, we may safely disregard the praise or censure of others.
I will smile at friend and foe alike and make every effort to find, in him or her, a quality to praise, now that I realize the deepest yearning of human nature is the craving to be appreciated.
Our particular principles of religion are a subject of accountability to our god alone. I enquire after no man's and trouble none with mine; nor is it given to us in this life to know whether yours or mine, our friend's or our foe's, are exactly the right.
We are at war - undeclared and of such a subtle nature that few have noticed - but war nevertheless. It is a cyberwar on many fronts, in which it is difficult to identify who is friend and who is foe. I will predict now, as unintelligible as it may seem, that Anonymous will turn out to be more friend than foe.
And children know, Instinctive taught, the friend and foe.
All our distinctions ire accidental; beauty and deformity, though personal qualities, are neither entitled to praise nor censure; yet it so happens that they color our opinion of those qualities to which mankind have attached responsibility.
The villain's censure is extorted praise.
You do ill if you praise, but worse if you censure, what you do not understand.
All censure of a man's self is oblique praise.
Four things I am wiser to know: Idleness, sorrow, a friend, and a foe.
Thus much for thy assurance know; a hollow friend is but a hellish foe.
The silence of a friend commonly amounts to treachery. His not daring to say anything in our behalf implies a tacit censure.
The silence of a man who loves to praise is a censure sufficiently severe.
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