"When needs he must, yet faintly then he praises; Somewhat the deed, much more the means he raises: So marreth what he makes, and praising most, dispraises."

"Praise the bridge that carried you over."

"Earth, with her thousand voices, praises God."

"Lætus sum Laudari me abs te, pater, laudato viro."

"Trahimur omnes laudis studio, et optimus quisque maxime gloria ducitur."

"Praise undeserved is satire in disguise."

"I grant the man is vain who writes for praise. Praise no man e'er deserved who sought no more."

"Remember, I have not appointed you as commanders and tyrants over the people. I have sent you as leaders instead, so that the people may follow your example. Give the Muslims their rights and do not beat them lest they become abused. Do not praise them unduly, lest they fall into the error of conceit. Do not keep your doors shut in their faces, lest the more powerful of them eat up the weaker ones. And do not behave as if you were superior to them, for that is tyranny over them."

"Our praises are our wages."

"Thou wilt say anon he is some kin to thee, Thou spend'st such high-day wit in praising him."

"Praising what is lost Makes the remembrance dear."

"Delightful praise!—like summer rose, That brighter in the dew-drop glows, The bashful maiden's cheek appear'd, For Douglas spoke, and Malcolm heard."

"To what base ends, and by what abject ways, Are mortals urg'd through sacred lust of praise!"

"Of whom to be disprais'd were no small praise."

"And touch'd their golden harps, and hymning praised God and his works."

"Join voices, all ye living souls: ye birds, That singing up to heaven-gate ascend, Bear on your wings and in your notes his praise."

"You are pretty,—we know it; and young,—it is true; and rich,—who can deny it? But when you praise yourself extravagantly, Fabulla, you appear neither rich, nor pretty, nor young."

"Praise — actual personal praise— oftener frets and embarrasses than it encourages. It is too small when too near."

"Alas! the praise given to the ear Ne'er was nor e'er can be sincere."

"He who praises every body, praises nobody."

"Anyone who delights in praise destroys it."

"I am about courting a girl I have had but little acquaintance with. How shall I come to a knowledge of her faults, and whether she has the virtues I imagine she has? Answer. Commend her among her female acquaintance."

"From sunrise till sunset, may the name of Ezina be praised. People should submit to the yoke of Ezina. Whoever has silver, whoever has jewels, whoever has cattle, whoever has sheep shall take a seat at the gate of whoever has grain, and pass his time there."

"The only way to escape the corruptible effect of praise is to go on working."

"No person will sit with patience to hear any one praised for more than five minutes, but a commentator on others' defects will have willing listeners, and the minutes will not be counted."

"Praise enough To fill the ambition of a private man, That Chatham's language was his mother-tongue."

"It is not for minds like ours to give or to receive flattery; yet the praises of sincerity have ever been permitted to the voice of friendship."

"Go, little letter, apace, apace, Fly; Fly to the light in the valley below— Tell my wish to her dewy blue eye."

"A woman seldom writes her Mind, but in her Postscript."

"I will touch My mouth unto the leaves, caressingly; And so wilt thou. Thus, from these lips of mine My message will go kissingly to thine, With more than Fancy's load of luxury, And prove a true love-letter."

"And oft the pangs of absence to remove By letters, soft interpreters of love."

"Ev'n so, with all submission, I * * * * * Send you each year a homely letter, Who may return me much a better."

"Je n'ai fait celle-ci plus longue que parceque je n'ai pas eu le loisir de la faire plus courte."

"Good-bye—my paper's out so nearly, I've only room for, Yours sincerely."

"Kind messages, that pass from land to land; Kind letters, that betray the heart's deep history, In which we feel the pressure of a hand,— One touch of fire,—and all the rest is mystery!"

"My days are swifter than a post."

"A strange volume of real life in the daily packet of the postman. Eternal love and instant payment!"

"A piece of simple goodness—a letter gushing from the heart; a beautiful unstudied vindication of the worth and untiring sweetness of human nature—a record of the invulnerability of man, armed with high purpose, sanctified by truth."

"An exquisite invention this, Worthy of Love's most honeyed kiss,— This art of writing billet-doux— In buds, and odors, and bright hues! In saying all one feels and thinks In clever daffodils and pinks; In puns of tulips; and in phrases, Charming for their truth, of daisies."

"Letters, from absent friends, extinguish fear, Unite division, and draw distance near; Their magic force each silent wish conveys, And wafts embodied thought, a thousand ways: Could souls to bodies write, death's pow'r were mean, For minds could then meet minds with heav'n between."