There is no applause that so flatters a man as that which he wrings from unwilling throats.
Flattery of the verbal kind is gross. In short, applause is of too coarse a nature to be swallowed in the gross, though the extract or tincture be ever so agreeable.
Those doing soul work, who want the searing truth more than solace or applause, know each other right away. Those who want something else turn and take a seat in another room. Soul-makers find each other’s company.
There is nothing that compares to an unexpected round of applause.
Laughter is much more important than applause. Applause is almost a duty. Laughter is a reward.
The applause of silence. is the only kind that counts.
Conscience is a judge in every man's breast, which none can cheat or corrupt, and perhaps the only incorrupt thing about him; yet, inflexible and honest as this judge is (however polluted the bench on which he sits), no man can, in my opinion, enjoy any applause which is not there adjudged to be his due.
One might feel indignant at the injustice which deals out what is called fame with so unequal a hand, were it not for the reflection that men who are competent to add to the intellectual wealth of the world, and enlarge the domain of knowledge, have learned to take popular applause at its true value, and to find in the faithful discharge of honorable duty a satisfaction which is its own reward.
Having grown up in the theater family, having done a huge amount of acting from a very little boy to precocious teenager in Shakespeare festivals that my father produced, I went off to college and fell in with the theater gang. I was already an experienced actor. I became a kind of campus star. I heard all this applause and laughter.
We are full of rhythms. . . our pulse, our gestures, our digestive tracts, the lunar and seasonal cycles.
We must do our work for its own sake, not for fortune or attention or applause.
From self alone expect applause.
Those who play for applause. . . . Tha t’s all they get.
Every artist loves applause. The praise of his contemporaries is the most valuable part of his recompense.
C'mon, we're actors. We love the attention. We love the applause. We sure don't like to be rejected.
I don't know which I like best. I love the applause on the stage. But pictures are so fascinating - you reach many millions through them. And you make more money too.
Too liberal self-accusations are generally but so many traps for acquittal with applause.
anybody's applause is better than nobody's.
The hoopla, the applause, the praises have never excited me.
Artists. . . do not need the applause or condemnation of the critics, the ideas of other artists, or the demands of the collectors.