A Quote by Mark Twain

Brooklyn praise is half slander. — © Mark Twain
Brooklyn praise is half slander.
Criticism sometimes is really praise, and praise sometimes slander.
The slander of some people is as great a recommendation as the praise of others.
For people who know both New York and the Bay Area, it is a complement to say that Oakland is San Francisco's Brooklyn. It's a complement both to Oakland and to Brooklyn. And, if you look at Brooklyn, Brooklyn is hot; Brooklyn is cool.
Do not praise yourself not slander others: There are still many days to go and any thing could happen.
Brooklyn is definitely the only place to live in the New York area. I love Brooklyn. Go Brooklyn!
I live in Brooklyn, and there's so many interracial couples in Brooklyn. In Brooklyn, you don't talk about race like that.
I love Brooklyn so much. Everything I do I try to do in Brooklyn. Brooklyn is my home base.
Slander-mongers and those who listen to slander, if I had my way, would all be strung up, the talkers by the tongue, the listeners by the ears.
Brooklyn is a hub; people move to Brooklyn because of what's already in Brooklyn.
Half-uttered praise is to the curious mind, as to the eye half-veiled beauty is, more precious than the whole.
Believe only half of the praise and half of the criticism.
The monster of advertisement...is a sort of octopus with innumerable tentacles. It throws out to right and left, in front and behind, its clammy arms, and gathers in, through its thousand little suckers, all the gossip and slander and praise afloat.
Every man needs a blind eye and a deaf ear, so when people applaud, you'll only hear half of it, and when people salute, you'll only see part of it. Believe only half the praise and half the criticism.
Most of the verses written about praise in God’s Word were voiced by people who were faced with crushing heartaches, injustice, treachery, slander, and scores of other difficult situations.
Brooklyn's good. Brooklyn's funky. Brooklyn's happening.
I hate the man who builds his name On ruins of another's fame. Thus prudes, by characters o'erthrown, Imagine that they raise their own. Thus Scribblers, covetous of praise, Think slander can transplant the bays.
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