When a man becomes familiar with his goddess, she quickly sinks into a woman.
All objects lose by too familiar a view.
Make not thy friends too cheap to thee, nor thyself to thy friend.
Be not too familiar with thy servants.—At first it may beget love, but in the end it will breed contempt.
The confidant of my vices is my master, though he were my valet.
Though familiarity may not breed contempt, it takes off the edge of admiration.
Familiarities are the aphides that imperceptibly suck out the juices intended for the germ of love.
Vice is a monster of such frightful mien as to be hated, needs but to be seen; but seen too oft, familiar with her face, we first endure, then pity, then embrace.