Undeserved praise causes more pangs of conscience later than undeserved blame, but probably only for this reason, that our power of judgment are more completely exposed by being over praised than by being unjustly underestimated.
If only people fought undeserved praise as much as they do unfair criticism.
It is better to be well deserving without praise than to live by the air of undeserved commendation.
Praise to the undeserving is severe satire.
Whom does undeserved honour please, and undeserved blame alarm, but the base and the liar?
The most common disguise of Envy is in praise of what is subordinate.
The shame that comes to us as we see ourselves praised when we are unworthy of it often gives us the occasion to accomplish things that we might never have achieved without such undeserved praise.
Satire is at once the most agreeable and most dangerous of mental qualities. It always pleases when it is refined, but we always fear those who use it too much; yet satire should be allowed when unmixed with spite, and when the person satirized can join in the satire.
Praise God, from whom all blessings flow! Praise Him, all creatures here below! Praise Him above, ye heavenly host! Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost!
There is a place in this world for satire, but there is a time when satire ends and intolerance and bigotry toward religious beliefs... begins.
But the divinest poem, or the life of a great man, is the severest satire.... The greater the genius, the keener the edge of the satire.
There is a place in this world for satire, but there is a time when satire ends and intolerance and bigotry towards religious beliefs of others begins.
Through my satire I make little people so big that afterwards they are worthy objects of my satire and no one can reproach me any longer.
The critics try to intellectualize my material. There's no satire involved. Satire is a concept that can only be understood by adults. My stuff is straight, for people of all ages.
Satire, whether it be satire or not, everything has to have boundaries.
If I had had to write only about imaginary people, I would have had to close up my typewriter. I wrote about my life in less and less disguise as I grew older, and finally with no disguise - except the disguise we create for ourselves, which is self-deception.