Unwanted favours gain no gratitude.
But this is a true saying among men: the gifts of enemies are no gifts and profitless.
I've actually never been taken on a date in my whole life.
I don't know why Sinclair Lewis fell in love with me. He didn't get even the slightest response from me. But his letters were lovely. And the poems he wrote me were lovely. I used some of them in my book.
Me being nice or positive is not what people want to hear, which sucks.
Rich gifts wax poor when givers prove unkind.
This is my saddest story: In grade school, they would have us open our Valentine's cards and read them out loud. I always sent cards to myself because nobody else did.
Those we dislike can do nothing to please us.
More and more, unsolicited gifts from without are likely to be received with unconscious resentment.
