Though familiarity may not breed contempt, it takes off the edge of admiration.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
My philosophy is familiarity breeds contempt.
What I have known with respect to myself, has tended much to lessen both my admiration, and my contempt, of others.
Admiration is a very short-lived passion, that immediately decays upon growing familiar with its object.
Like any friendship or marriage, familiarity breeds more contempt, and love, and everything.
Between flattery and admiration there often flows a river of contempt.
Admiration is the daughter of ignorance.
There is an innocence in admiration; it is found in those to whom it has never yet occurred that they, too, might be admired some day.
Familiarity breeds contempt.
Familiarity breeds contempt - and children.
Admiration and familiarity are strangers.