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.
Reading is to the mind, what exercise is to the body. As by the
one, health is preserved, strengthened, read more
Reading is to the mind, what exercise is to the body. As by the
one, health is preserved, strengthened, and invigorated: by the
other, virtue (which is the health of the mind) is kept alive,
cherished, and confirmed.
The utmost extent of man's knowledge, is to know that he knows nothing.
The utmost extent of man's knowledge, is to know that he knows nothing.
Admiration is a very short-lived passion that immediately decays upon growing familiar with its object, unless it be still fed read more
Admiration is a very short-lived passion that immediately decays upon growing familiar with its object, unless it be still fed with fresh discoveries, and kept alive by a new perpetual succession of miracles rising up to its view.
O ye powers that search
The heart of man, and weigh his inmost thoughts,
If I have read more
O ye powers that search
The heart of man, and weigh his inmost thoughts,
If I have done amiss, impute it not!
The best may err, but you are good.