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Samuel Johnson
The superiority of...
The superiority of some men is merely local. They are great because their associates are...
The true art...
The true art of memory is the art of attention.
Source: In Webster's Electronic...
To Oliver Goldsmith,...
To Oliver Goldsmith, A Poet, Naturalist, and Historian, who left scarcely any style of writing untouched, and touched...
This was a...
This was a good enough dinner, to be sure; but it was not a dinner to ask a man to.
The world will...
The world will never be long without some good reason to hate the unhappy; their real faults are immediately detected,...
Their learning is...
Their learning is like bread in a besieged town: every man gets a little, but no man gets a full...
The true, strong...
The true, strong and sound mind is the mind that can embrace equally great things and...
To a poet...
To a poet nothing can be useless.
Source: In Webster's Electronic Quotebase, ed....
Tomorrow is an...
Tomorrow is an old deceiver, and his cheat never grows stale.
Source: Letter, 24...
There are charms...
There are charms made only for distant admiration.
Source: In Webster's Electronic...
There can be...
There can be no friendship without confidence, an no confidence without integrity.
The two great...
The two great movers of the human mind are the desire for good, and the fear of evil.
To the strongest...
To the strongest and quickest mind, it is far easier to learn than to invent.
Was there ever...
Was there ever yet anything written by mere man that was wished longer by its readers, excepting Don Quixote, Robinson...
There are minds...
There are minds so impatient of inferiority that their gratitude is a species of revenge, and they return benefits,...
There is nothing,...
There is nothing, Sir, too little for so little a creature as man. It is by studying little things that we attain the...
The whole of...
The whole of life is but keeping away the thoughts of death.
Source: In Webster's...
Truth, Sir, is...
Truth, Sir, is a cow which will yield such people no more milk, and so they are gone to milk the...
We love to...
We love to expect, and when expectation is either disappointed or gratified, we want to be again...
There is a...
There is a certain race of men that either imagine it their duty, or make it their amusement, to hinder the reception...