1030 ordspråk av Samuel Johnson
Samuel Johnson
There are innumerable questions to which the inquisitive mind can in this state receive no answer: Why do you and I exist? Why was this world created? Since it was to be created, why was it not created sooner?
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There are minds so impatient of inferiority that their gratitude is a species of revenge, and they return benefits, not because recompense is a pleasure, but because obligation is a pain
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There are minds which easily sink into submission, that look on grandeur with undistinguishing reverence, and discover no defect where there is elevation of rank and affluence of riches
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There are multitudes whose life is nothing but a continuous lottery; who are always within a few months of plenty and happiness, and how often soever they are mocked with blanks, expect a prize from the next adventure
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There are people whom one should like very well to drop, but would not wish to be dropped by
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There are some sluggish men who are improved by drinking; as there are fruits that are not good until they are rotten.
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There are two things which I am confident I can do very well: one is an introduction to any literary work, stating what it is to contain, and how it should be executed in the most perfect manner; the other is a conclusion, showing from various causes
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There can be no friendship without confidence, an no confidence without integrity.
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There is a certain race of men that either imagine it their duty, or make it their amusement, to hinder the reception of every work of learning or genius, who stand as sentinels in the avenues of fame. . .
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There is certainly no greater happiness than to be able to look back on a life usefully and virtuously employed, to trace our own progress in existence by such tokens as excite neither shame nor sorrow.
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There is more knowledge of the heart in one letter of Richardson's, than in all Tom Jones.
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There is no being so poor and so contemptible, who does not think there is somebody still poorer, and still more contemptible
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There is no kind of idleness by which we are so easily seduced as that which dignifies itself by the appearance of business.
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There is no wisdom in useless and hopeless sorrow
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There is no wisdom in useless and hopeless sorrow, but there is something in it so like virtue, that he who is wholly without it cannot be loved.
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