The whole secret of life is to be interested in one thing profoundly and in a thousand things well.
Life is a comedy for those who think and a tragedy for those who feel.
We are largely the playthings of our fears. To one, fear of the dark; to another, of physical pain; to a third, of public ridicule; to a fourth, of poverty; to a fifth, of loneliness ... for all of us, our particular creature waits in ambush.
Had I children, my utmost endeavors would be to make them musicians.
This world is a comedy to those that think, a tragedy to those that feel.
The sure way of judging whether our first thoughts are judicious, is to sleep on them. If they appear of the same force the next morning as they did over night, and if good nature ratifies what good sense approves, we may be pretty sure we are in the right.
When people will not weed their own minds, they are apt to be overrun by nettles.
Justice is rather the activity of truth, than a virtue in itself. Truth tells us what is due to others, and justice renders that due. Injustice is acting a lie.
Serendipitous discoveries are made by chance, found without looking for them but possible only through a sharp vision and sagacity, ready to see the unexpected and never indulgent with the apparently unexplainable.
Nine-tenths of the people were created so you would want to be with the other tenth.
I know that I have had friends who would never have vexed or betrayed me, if they had walked on all fours.
Foolish writers and readers are created for each other.
I have often said, and oftener think, that this world is a comedy to those that think, a tragedy to those that feel – a solution of why Democritus laughed and Heraclitus wept.
He was persuaded he could know no happiness but in the society of one with whom he could for ever indulge the melancholy that had taken possession of his soul.
[The] taste [of the French] is too timid to be true taste--or is but half taste.
A tragedy can never suffer by delay: a comedy may, because the allusions or the manners represented in it maybe temporary.
It is charming to totter into vogue.
Our bells are worn threadbare with ringing for victories
Letters to absence can a voice impart, And lend a tongue when distance gags the heart.
It amazes me when I hear any person prefer blindness to deafness. Such a person must have a terrible dread of being alone. Blindness makes one totally dependent on others, and deprives us of every satisfaction that results from light.
My aversion to them...springs from the perniciousness of that sect to society-I hate Papists, as a man, not as a Protestant. If Papists were only enemies to the religion of other men, I should overlook their errors. As they are foes to liberty, I cannot forgive them.
Cunning is neither the consequence of sense, nor does it give sense. A proof that it is not sense, is that cunning people never imagine that others can see through them. It is the consequence of weakness.
I can forgive injuries, but never benefits.
I firmly believe, notwithstanding all our complaints, that almost every person upon earth tastes upon the totality more happiness than misery.
Art is the filigrain of a little mind, and is twisted and involved and curled, but would reach farther if laid out in a straight line.
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