57 ordspråk av Thomas Browne, Sr.
Thomas Browne, Sr.
For the world, I count it not an inn, but a hospital; and a place not to live, but to die in
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Forcible ways make not an end of evil, but leave hatred and malice behind them.
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He that unburied lies wants not his hearse, For unto him a tomb's the Universe
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He who must needs have company, must needs have sometimes bad company
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I could be content that we might procreate like trees, without conjunction, or that there were any way to perpetuate the World without this trivial and vulgar way of union: it is the foolishest act a wise man commits in all his life; nor is there any
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I dare, without usurpation, assume the honourable style of a Christian.
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I do not love thee, Doctor Fell, The reason why I cannot tell; but this alone I know full well, I do not love thee, Doctor Fell
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If anyone has conducted a Beethoven performance, and then doesn't have to go to an osteopath, then there's something wrong.
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It is the common wonder of all men, how among so many millions of faces, there should be none alike
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Let age, not envy, draw wrinkles on thy cheeks.
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Life is itself but the shadow of death, and souls departed but the shadows of the living. All things fall under this name. The sun itself is but the dark simulacrum, and light but the shadow of God.
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Make no judgements where you have no compassion.
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Man is a noble animal, splendid in ashes and pompous in the grave
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Men live by intervals of reason under the sovereignty of humor and passion
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Methinks there be not impossibilities enough in Religion for an active faith.
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