The meanest, most contemptible kind of praise is that which first speaks well of a man, and then qualifies it with a "but". — Henry Ward Beecher. American clergyman and abolitionist (1813–1887) Praise
The unthankful heart... discovers no mercies; but let the thankful heart sweep through the day and, as the magnet finds the iron, so it will find, in every hour, some heavenly blessings!
Young love is a flame; very pretty, often very hot and fierce, but still only light and flickering. The love of the older and disciplined heart is as coals, deep burning, unquenchable.