Admiration is the daughter of ignorance.
Admiration of the proletariat, like that of dams, power stations, and aeroplanes, is part of the ideology of the machine age.
Admiration is a very short lived passion, that immediately decays upon growing familiar with its object.
Great is our admiration of the orator who speaks with fluency and discretion.
Our admiration of the antique is not admiration of the old, but of the natural.
There are charms made only for distant admiration.
