Flattery (n.) gives pleasure even when rejected: it claims credit for the very fact that it is repudiated, and is often welcomed back after being spurned.
Flattery (n.) is never lost when caught: the flatterer makes excellent progress when rebuked, better still if he blushes, and the most open flatterer wins fastest.
Flattery (n.) is a door we push to rather than lock, as a man shuts a door on a girlfriend: if she forces it open she endears herself, and more so if she breaks it down.
Flattery (n.) wins fastest when brazen: the more openly it wipes away its own blushes, the swifter the victory, until the person sparing with it seems mean.
Flattery (n.) not only apes friendship but outdoes it, sinking into the depths of the heart — pleasing precisely where it does harm.
Flattery (n.) is answered by Alexander's wound: "All men swear that I am the son of Jupiter, but this wound cries out that I am mortal."
Flattery (n.) can be escaped only by withdrawing into yourself — or better, by withdrawing even from yourself.
Flattery (n.) can be worse than murder: when a drunken king shot a boy through the heart, praising the shot was more criminal than making it — and the praiser was the boy's father.
Flattery (n.) of a tyrant can be worse than his crime: praising the shot that killed your son is more criminal than firing it.