So many qualities are indeed requisite to the possibility of friendship, and so many accidents must concur to its rise and its continuance, that the greatest part of mankind content themselves without it, and supply its place as they can, with intere |
Solitude is dangerous to reason, without being favorable to virtue. Remember that the solitary mortal is certainly luxurious, probably superstitious, and possibly mad. |
Some desire is necessary to keep life in motion; and he whose real wants are supplied, must admit those of fancy |
Some have little power to do good, and have likewise little strength to resist evil |
Some people wave their dogmatic thinking until their own reason is entangled. |
Sorrow is the mere rust of the soul. Activity will cleanse and brighten it. |
Sorrow: a kind of rust of the soul, which every new idea contributes in its passage to scour away |
Still raise for good the supplicating voice, / But leave to Heaven the measure and the choice. |
Study requires solitude, and solitude is a state dangerous to those who are too much accustomed to sink into themselves |
Subordination tends greatly to human happiness. Were we all upon an equality, we should have no other enjoyment than mere animal pleasure. |
Such is the constitution of man that labor may be styled its own reward; nor will any external incitements be requisite, if it be considered how much happiness is gained, and how much misery escaped, by frequent and violent agitation of the body |
Such is the pleasure of projecting that many content themselves with a succession of visionary schemes, and wear out their allotted time in the calm amusement of contriving what they never attempt or hope to execute |
Such is the state of life, that none are happy but by the anticipation of change; the change itself is nothing; when we have made it, the next wish is to change again |
Such is the state of life, that none are happy but by the anticipation of change: the change itself is nothing; when we have made it, the next wish is to change again. The world is not yet exhausted; let me see something tomorrow which I never saw be |
Surely a long life must be somewhat tedious, since we are forced to call in so many trifling things to help rid us of our time, which will never return. |