The hoopla, the applause, the praises have never excited me.
Virtue was vanity dressed up and waiting for applause.
The envious die not once, but as oft as the envied win applause.
In the vain laughter of folly, wisdom hears half its applause.
You clap. The Censor wakes up. We all get into trouble.
The indescribable pleasure—which pales the rest of life’s joys—is abundant compensation for the investigator who endures the painful and persevering analytical work that precedes the appearance of the new truth, like the pain of childbirth....
There is nothing that compares to an unexpected round of applause.