ThereismoretruthinalineofTennyson’sabout\"Thepraiseofthosewelove，Dearertotrueyoungheartsthantheirownpraise。\"
Iventuretothinkweneednotbeyoungtoprefertohearthepraiseofothersratherthanourown。Itisnotembarrassinginthefirstplace，asallpraiseofourselvesmustbe。Idoubtifanymanorwomancanflattersodiscreetlyasnottomakeusuncomfortable。
Besides，ifourownperformancesbelauded，weareuneasyastowhetherthehonourisdeserved。Anartisthasusuallyhisowndoubtsabouthisowndoings，orratherhehashisowncertainties。
Aboutourfriends’workweneedhavenosuchmisgivings。Andourself—loveismoredelicatelycaressedbythesuccessofourfriendsthanbyourown。Itisstillself—love，butitisfiltered，sotospeak，throughouraffectionforanother。
Whatarehumanmotives，accordingtoRochefoucauld？Temperament，vanity，fear，indolence，self—love，andagrainofnaturalperversity，whichsomehowdelightsinevilforitself。Heneglectsthatotherelement，agrainofnaturalworth，whichsomehowdelightsingoodforitself。Thistaste，Ithink，isquiteasinnate，andasactiveinus，asthatothertasteforevilwhichcausestheretobesomethingnotwhollydispleasinginthemisfortunesofourfriends。