How little praise warms out of a man the good that is in him, as the sneer of contempt which he feels is unjust chill the ardor to excel.
People praise us behind our backs, but we hear them not; few before our faces, and who is not suspicious of the truth of such praise?
There's no weapon that slays its victim so surely (if well aimed) as praise.
Follow AzQuotes on Facebook, Twitter and Google+. Every day we present the best quotes! Improve yourself, find your inspiration, share with friends
or simply: