Joseph Addison ( 10 of 139 )
A misery is not to be measured from the nature of the evil, but from the temper of the sufferer.
A misery is not to be measured from the nature of the evil, but from the temper of the sufferer.
But thou shall flourish in immortal youth,
Unhurt amidst the wars of elements,
The wrecks of matter, read more
But thou shall flourish in immortal youth,
Unhurt amidst the wars of elements,
The wrecks of matter, and the crush of worlds.
The grand essentials to happiness in this life are something to do, something to love, and something to hope for.
The grand essentials to happiness in this life are something to do, something to love, and something to hope for.
What sculpture is to a block of marble, education is to the soul.
What sculpture is to a block of marble, education is to the soul.
Health and cheerfulness mutually beget each other.
Health and cheerfulness mutually beget each other.
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,
Curse on his virtues! they've undone his country.
Curse on his virtues! they've undone his country.
Is there not some chosen curse, some hidden thunder in the stores of heaven, red with uncommon wrath, to blast read more
Is there not some chosen curse, some hidden thunder in the stores of heaven, red with uncommon wrath, to blast the man who owes his greatness to his country's ruin!
If you wish success in life, make perseverance your bosom friend, experience your wise counselor, caution your elder brother and read more
If you wish success in life, make perseverance your bosom friend, experience your wise counselor, caution your elder brother and hope your guardian genius.
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.
