Politeness wins the confidence of princes.
Politeness wins the confidence of princes.
Politeness wins the confidence of princes.
I have great faith in fools – my friends call it self-confidence.
My theory is that if you look confident you can pull off anything – even if you have no clue what you’re doing.
In the middle of a world that had always been a bit mad, the cat walks with confidence.
Most of the confidence which I appear to feel, especially when influenced by noon wine, is only a pretense.
Confidence, like the soul, never returns whence it has once departed.
Confidence is a plant of slow growth; especially in an aged bosom.
Confidence is the feeling you have before you understand the situation.
Confidence is a very fragile thing.
Getting out of bed in the morning is an act of false confidence.