Maxioms by Joseph Addison
It must be so--Plato, thou reasonest well!--
Else whence this pleasing hope, this fond desire,
This longing read more
It must be so--Plato, thou reasonest well!--
Else whence this pleasing hope, this fond desire,
This longing after immortality?
Or whence this secret dread, and inward horror,
O falling into nought? Why shrinks the soul
Back on herself, and startles at destruction?
'Tis the divinity that stirs within us;
'Tis heaven itself, that points out an hereafter,
And intimates eternity to man.
Marriage enlarges the scene of our happiness and of our miseries. A marriage of love is pleasant, of interest, easy, read more
Marriage enlarges the scene of our happiness and of our miseries. A marriage of love is pleasant, of interest, easy, and where both meet, happy. A happy marriage has in it all the pleasures of friendship, all the enjoyments of sense and reason, and,
Reading is to the mind what exercise is to the body.
Reading is to the mind what exercise is to the body.
It is only imperfection that complains of what is imperfect. The more perfect we are the more gentle and quiet read more
It is only imperfection that complains of what is imperfect. The more perfect we are the more gentle and quiet we become towards the defects of others.
A day, an hour, of virtuous liberty
Is worth a whole eternity in bondage.
A day, an hour, of virtuous liberty
Is worth a whole eternity in bondage.
