I’ve wondered all my working life why people don’t retire in showbusiness, and it’s fairly simple. There’s nobody applauding at home, so we keep going.
Anybody can clap and cheer, but applause worthwhile will be found in a pile of soft, green, folding money.
If they liked you, they didn’t applaud – they just let you live. (on vaudeville)
The applause of a single human being is of great consequence.
In the most general applause discordant voices will always be heard.
He that applauds him who does not deserve praise, is endeavoring to deceive the public; he that hisses in malice or sport, is an oppressor and a robber.
It frequently happens that applause abates diligence. Whosoever finds himself to have performed more than was demanded will be contented to spare the labor of unnecessary performances, and sit down to enjoy at ease his superfluities of honor.
The hunger for applause is the source for all conscious literature and heroism.
Would those of you in the cheaper seats clap your hands? And the rest of you, if you’ll just rattle your jewelry.
If you achieve success, you will get applause, and if you get applause, you will hear it. My advice to you concerning applause is this; enjoy it but never quite believe it.