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Books are the legacies that a great genius leaves to mankind, which are delivered down from generation to generation...
The hours of a wise man are lengthened by his ideas.
Source: The Spectator', 18 Jun...
Admiration is a very short-lived passion that immediately decays upon growing familiar with its object, unless it be...
Authors have established it as a kind of rule, that a man ought to be dull sometimes; as the most severe reader makes...
If you wish to succeed in life, make perseverance your bosom friend, experience your wise counselor, caution your...
Of all the diversions of life, there is none so proper to fill up its empty spaces as the reading of useful and...
We are growing serious, and let me tell you, that's the next step to being dull.
Mirth is like a flash of lightning that breaks through a gloom of clouds and glitters for a...
Friendships, in general, are suddenly contracted; and therefore it is no wonder they are easily...
A true critic ought to dwell rather upon excellencies than imperfections, to discover the concealed beauties of a...
Our delight in any particular study, art, or science rises and improves in proportion to the application which we...
Irregularity and want of method are only supportable in men of great learning or genius, who are often too full to be...
Nothing is capable of being well set to music that is not nonsense.
Source: The...
The transition from cause to effect, from event to event, is often carried on by secret steps, which our foresight...
There is not a more unhappy being than a superannuated idol.
Source: Spectator, no....
Our sight is the most perfect and most delightful of all our senses. It fills the mind with the largest variety of...
If we may believe our logicians, man is distinguished from all other creatures by the faculty of laughter. He has a...
The important question is not, what will yield to man a few scattered pleasures, but what will render his life happy...
It is only imperfection that complains of what is imperfect. The more perfect we are the more gentle and quiet we...
Our disputants put me in mind of the scuttlefish that, when he is unable to extricate himself, blackens the water...