To let friendship die away by negligence and silence is certainly not wise. It is voluntarily to throw away one of the greatest comforts of the weary pilgrimage. |
To love their country has been considered as virtue in men, whose love could not be otherwise than blind, because their preference was made without, a comparison; but it has never been my fortune to find, either in ancient or modern writers, any hono |
To me - the choice of life is become less important; I hope hereafter to think only on the choice of eternity |
To Oliver Goldsmith, A Poet, Naturalist, and Historian, who left scarcely any style of writing untouched, and touched none that he did not adorn. |
To paint things as they are requires a minute attention, and employs the memory rather than the fancy |
To preserve health is a moral and religious duty, for health is the basis of all social virtues. We can no longer be useful when we are not well. |
To prevent evil is the great end of government, the end for which vigilance and severity are properly employed |
To proceed from one truth to another, and connect distant propositions by regular consequences, is the great prerogative of man |
To push advantages too far is neither generous nor just |
To revenge reasonable incredulity by refusing evidence, is a degree of insolence with which the world is not yet acquainted; and stubborn audacity is the last refuge of guilt |
To see helpless infancy stretching out her hands, and pouring out her cries in testimony of dependence, without any powers to alarm jealousy, or any guilt to alienate affection, must surely awaken tenderness in every human mind; and tenderness once e |
To strive with difficulties, and to conquer them, is the highest human felicity. |
To talk in public, to think in solitude, to read and to hear, to inquire and answer inquiries, is the business of the scholar |
To tell of disappointment and misery, to thicken the darkness of futurity, and perplex the labyrinth of uncertainty, has been always a delicious employment of the poets |
To tell of disappointment and misery, to thicken the darkness of futurity, and perplex the labyrinth of uncertainty, has been always a delicious employment of the poets |