Praise (n.) from the public is nothing but a clacking of tongues.
Praise (n.) is worthless from people who cannot even approve of themselves.
Praise (n.) from men who cannot meet their own standards is worth nothing at all.
Praise (n.) does nothing for you, even if those praising were immortal, but make your life a little more comfortable.
Praise (n.) is no part of beauty: a thing is fair in itself, and an emerald is no worse for never being commended.
Praise (n.) of a perfect speech is also its verdict on everyone who studies: having read it, the pupil announces that study, work and straining are now a waste.
Praise (n.) dies with the praiser and the praised, who will soon be dust, and it reaches you only in one corner of this part of the world, and not even there from all men, nor from any one constantly.