A word cannot praise me
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-Mary H. Waldrip
Because it lacks consciousness, I must admit that a word cannot praise me. Undoubtedly, the cause of my delight is that another is delighted with me.
But what does it matter to me whether another’s delight is in me or someone else? His alone is the pleasure of that delight. Not even a trifling part of it is mine.