A Quote by Socrates

Though flattery blossoms like friendship, yet there is a vast difference in the fruit. — © Socrates
Though flattery blossoms like friendship, yet there is a vast difference in the fruit.
Flattery is like friendship in show, but not in fruit.
Many kinds of fruit grow upon the tree of life, but none so sweet as friendship; as with the orange tree its blossoms and fruit appear at the same time, full of refreshment for sense and for soul.
Fine fruit is the flower of commodities. It is the most perfect union of the useful and the beautiful that the earth knows. Trees full of soft foliage; blossoms fresh with spring bounty; and, finally, fruit, rich, bloom-dusted, melting, and luscious.
Flattery looks like friendship, just like a wolf looks like a dog. Food for thought is no substitute for the real thing.
Life without love is like a tree without blossoms or fruit.
There is flattery in friendship.
Fruit in the morning is such a big joy for me. I like to grab fruit from the tree, et cetera. I don't feel that way with vegetables. Fruit, you can eat it at any time, any moment, in any type of situation. I like everything about fruit; I like the color.
Fruit in the morning is such a big joy for me. I like to grab fruit from the tree et cetera. I don't feel that way with vegetables. Fruit you can eat it at any time, any moment, in any type of situation. I like everything about fruit, I like the color.
Unless a tree has borne blossoms in spring, you will vainly look for fruit on it in autumn.
The flowers are ravined by bees, the fruit blossoms are thrown to the ground, the wind the rain forces everything.
I like fruit baskets because it gives you the ability to mail someone a piece of fruit without appearing insane. Like, if someone just mailed you an apple you'd be like, 'huh? What the hell is this?' But if it's in a fruit basket you're like, 'this is nice!'
Life without love is like a tree without blossoms or fruit.” “Love has no other desire but to fulfill itself. To melt and be like a running brook that sings its melody to the night. To wake at dawn with a winged heart and give thanks for another day of loving
The superfluous blossoms on a fruit tree are meant to symbolize the large way God loves to do pleasant things.
I want the following word: splendor, splendor is fruit in all its succulence, fruit without sadness. I want vast distances. My savage intuition of myself.
Sheer flattery got me into the theater. Flattery always works with me, particularly the flattery of women.
The shape and texture of fruit is sensuous and fascinating, but the true delight blossoms when you experience the flavor of these colorful gifts of nature.
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