It is a sign of a creeping inner death when we no longer can praise the living.
The sweetest of all sounds is praise.
People ask for criticism, but they only want praise.
My poems are hymns of praise to the glory of life.
Such praise coming from so degraded a source, was degrading to me, its recipient.
Praise the young and they will flourish.
You do ill if you praise, but worse if you censure, what you do not understand.
Praise, like gold and diamonds, owes its value only to its scarcity.
You can tell the character of every man when you see how he receives praise.