Quotes
Quotes about Praise
The President is merely the most important among a large number of public servants. He should be supported or opposed exactly to the degree which is warranted by his good conduct or bad conduct, his efficiency or inefficiency in rendering loyal, able, and disinterested service to the nation as a whole. Therefore it is absolutely necessary that there should be full liberty to tell the truth about his acts, and this means that it is exactly as necessary to blame him when he does wrong as to praise him when he does right. Any other attitude in an American citizen is both base and servile. To announce that there must be no criticism of the President, or that we are to stand by the President, right or wrong, is not only unpatriotic and servile, but is morally treasonable to the American public. Nothing but the truth should be spoken about him or any one else. But it is even more important to tell the truth, pleasant or unpleasant, about him than about any one else.
He that is proud eats up himself. Pride is his own glass, his own trumpet, his own chronicle; and whatever praises itself but in the deed, devours the deed in the praise.
To be praised by a man who has won his laurels.
The readiness to praise others indicates a desire for excellence and perhaps an ability to realize it.
Our high respect for a well-read man is praise enough for literature. - Ralph Waldo Emerson,
So far as I can remember, there is not one word in the Gospels in praise of intelligence.
Flow gently, sweet Afton, among thy green braes, Flow gently, I'll sing thee a song in thy praise.
It is as hard to satirize well a man of distinguished vices, as to praise well a man of distinguished virtues.
Damn with faint praise, assent with civil leer, And without sneering teach the rest to sneer; Willing to wound, and yet afraid to strike, Just hint a fault, and hesitate dislike; Alike reserv'd to blame, or to commend, A tim'rous foe, and a suspicious friend.
There is a luxury in self-dispraise; And inward self-disparagement affords To meditative spleen a grateful feast.
Had I but written as many odes in praise of Muhammad and Ali as I have composed for King Mahmud, they would have showered a hundred blessings on me.
How many things by season season'd are To their right praise and true perfection! -The Merchant of Venice. Act. v. Sc. 1.
Let still the woman take An elder than herself: so wears she to him, So sways she level in her husband's heart: For, boy, however we do praise ourselves, Our fancies are more giddy and unfirm, More longing, wavering, sooner lost and worn, Than women's are. -Twelfth Night. Act ii. Sc. 4.
Many a man is praised for his reserve and so-called shyness when he is simply too proud to risk making a fool of himself.
If I can do it By aught that I can speak in his dispraise, She shall not long continue love to him.
O sleep! it is a gentle thing, Beloved from pole to pole! To Mary Queen the praise be given! She sent the gentle sleep from Heaven That slid into my soul.
'Tis easy enough to be pleasant, When life flows along like a song; But the man worth while is the one who will smile When everything does dead wrong; For the test of the heart is trouble, And it always comes with the years, But the smile that is worth the praise of earth Is the smile that comes through tears. . . . . But the virtue that conquers passion, And the sorrow that hides in a smile-- It is these that are worth the homage of earth, For we find them but once in a while.
I praise the Frenchman; his remark was shrewd,-- "How sweet, how passing sweet is solitude." But grant me still a friend in my retreat, Whom I may whisper--Solitude is sweet.
He's as good at his age as Jack (Nicklaus) was, and look at what Jack has done in the gime of golf. That's the highest praise I can give anyone, to compare him to Jack Nicklaus.
Who would not praise Patrico's high desert, His hand unstain'd, his uncorrupted heart, His comprehensive head? all interests weigh'd, All Europe sav'd, yet Britain not betray'd.
Statesman, yet friend to truth! of soul sincere, In action faithful, and in honour clear; Who broke no promise, served no private end, Who gained no title, and who lost no friend, Ennobled by himself, by all approved, And praised, unenvied, by the Muse he loved.
In this spacious isle I think there is not one But he hath heard some talk of Hood and Little John, Of Tuck, the merry friar, which many a sermon made In praise of Robin Hood, his outlaws, and their trade.
No member of a crew is praised for the rugged individuality of his rowing.
L'Abbe de Ville proposed a toast, His master, as the rising Sun: Reisbach then gave the Empress Queen, As the bright moon and much praise won. The Earl of Stair, whose turn next came, Gave for his toast his own King Will, As Joshua the sun of Nun, Who made both Sun and Moon stand still.
Maud Muller looked and sighed: :Ah me! That I the Judge's bride might be! He would dress me up in silks so fine, And praise and toast me at his wine."
