Joseph Addison ( 10 of 139 )
Our real blessings often appear to us in the shape of pains, losses and disappointments; but let us have patience read more
Our real blessings often appear to us in the shape of pains, losses and disappointments; but let us have patience and we soon shall see them in their proper figures.
Cheerfulness keeps up a kind of daylight in the mind, filling it with a steady and perpetual serenity
Cheerfulness keeps up a kind of daylight in the mind, filling it with a steady and perpetual serenity
Great Pompey's shade complains that we are slow,
And Scipio's ghost walks unavenged amongst us!
Great Pompey's shade complains that we are slow,
And Scipio's ghost walks unavenged amongst us!
There is no pain so great as the memory of joy in present grief.
There is no pain so great as the memory of joy in present grief.
The sense of honour is of so fine and delicate a nature, that it
is only to be met read more
The sense of honour is of so fine and delicate a nature, that it
is only to be met with in minds which are naturally noble, or in
such as have been cultivated by good examples, or a refined
education.
The dawn is overcast, the morning lowers,
And heavily in clouds brings on the day,
The great, read more
The dawn is overcast, the morning lowers,
And heavily in clouds brings on the day,
The great, the important day, big with the fate
Of Cato, and of Rome.
Great souls by instinct to each other turn,
Demand alliance, and in friendship burn.
Great souls by instinct to each other turn,
Demand alliance, and in friendship burn.
The wrecks of matter, and the crush of worlds.
The wrecks of matter, and the crush of worlds.
Method is not less requisite in ordinary conversation than in
writing, provided a man would talk to make himself read more
Method is not less requisite in ordinary conversation than in
writing, provided a man would talk to make himself understood.
A thousand trills and quivering sounds
In airy circles o'er us fly,
Till, wafted by a gentle read more
A thousand trills and quivering sounds
In airy circles o'er us fly,
Till, wafted by a gentle breeze,
They faint and languish by degrees,
And at a distance die.
