Samuel Johnson ( 10 of 197 )
Patriotism is the last refuge of a scoundrel.
Patriotism is the last refuge of a scoundrel.
Jesting, often, only proves a want of intellect.
[Fr., La moquerie est souvent une indigence d'esprit.]
Jesting, often, only proves a want of intellect.
[Fr., La moquerie est souvent une indigence d'esprit.]
Pride is seldom delicate; it will please itself with very mean advantages.
Pride is seldom delicate; it will please itself with very mean advantages.
A cow is a very good animal in the field; but we turn her out of
a garden.
A cow is a very good animal in the field; but we turn her out of
a garden.
Let observation with extensive view,
Survey mankind from China to Peru;
Remark each anxious toil, each eager read more
Let observation with extensive view,
Survey mankind from China to Peru;
Remark each anxious toil, each eager strife,
And watch the busy scenes of crowded life.
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.
Controversies merely speculative are of small importance in themselves, however they may have sometimes heated a disputant, or provoked a read more
Controversies merely speculative are of small importance in themselves, however they may have sometimes heated a disputant, or provoked a faction
The habit of looking on the bright side of every event is worth more than a thousand pounds a year.
The habit of looking on the bright side of every event is worth more than a thousand pounds a year.
The law is the last result of human wisdom acting upon human experience for the benefit of the public
The law is the last result of human wisdom acting upon human experience for the benefit of the public
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.
