Samuel Johnson ( 10 of 197 )
As peace is the end of war, so to be idle is the ultimate purpose of the busy.
As peace is the end of war, so to be idle is the ultimate purpose of the busy.
Classical quotation is the parole of literary men all over the world.
Classical quotation is the parole of literary men all over the world.
That man is little to be envied, whose patriotism would not gain
force upon the plain of Marathon, or read more
That man is little to be envied, whose patriotism would not gain
force upon the plain of Marathon, or whose piety would not grow
warmer among the runs of Iona.
Language is only the instrument of science, and words are but the signs of ideas.
Language is only the instrument of science, and words are but the signs of ideas.
Agriculture not only gives riches to a nation, but the only riches she can call her own
Agriculture not only gives riches to a nation, but the only riches she can call her own
He who has so little knowledge of human nature as to seek happiness by changing anything but his own disposition read more
He who has so little knowledge of human nature as to seek happiness by changing anything but his own disposition will waste his life away in fruitless efforts.
Let him go abroad to a distant country; let him go to some place
where he is not known. read more
Let him go abroad to a distant country; let him go to some place
where he is not known. Don't let him go to the devil where he is
known.
Life is a jest, and all things show it, I thought so once, and now I know it
Life is a jest, and all things show it, I thought so once, and now I know it
Such is the state of life, that none are happy but by the anticipation of change: the change itself is read more
Such is the state of life, that none are happy but by the anticipation of change: the change itself is nothing; when we have made it, the next wish is to change again.
In misery's darkest caverns known,
His useful care was ever nigh,
Where hopeless Anguish pour'd his groan,
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In misery's darkest caverns known,
His useful care was ever nigh,
Where hopeless Anguish pour'd his groan,
And lonely want retir'd to die.
