They think too little who talk too much.
JOHN DRYDENSince a true knowledge of nature gives us pleasure, a lively imitation of it, either in poetry or painting, must produce a much greater; for both these arts are not only true imitations of nature, but of the best nature.
More John Dryden Quotes
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Let grace and goodness be the principal loadstone of thy affections.
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Since every man who lives is born to die, And none can boast sincere felicity, With equal mind, what happens, let us bear, Nor joy nor grieve too much for things beyond our care. Like pilgrims to the’ appointed place we tend; The world’s an inn, and death the journey’s end.
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Pride – Lord of human kind.
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Tomorrow do thy worst, for I have lived today: Be fair or foul or rain or shine, The joys I have possessed in spite of fate are mine. Not heaven itself upon the past has power; But what has been has been, and I have had my hour.
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Tis a good thing to laugh at any rate; and if a straw can tickle a man, it is an instrument of happiness.
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Go miser go, for money sell your soul. Trade wares for wares and trudge from pole to pole, So others may say when you are dead and gone. See what a vast estate he left his son.
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Pity melts the mind to love.
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He has not learned the first lesson of life who does not every day surmount a fear.
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Anger will never disappear so long as thoughts of resentment are cherished in the mind. Anger will disappear just as soon as thoughts of resentment are forgotten.
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Nothing to build, and all things to destroy.
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Let Fortune empty her whole quiver on me, I have a soul that, like an ample shield, Can take in all, and verge enough for more; Fate was not mine, nor am I Fate’s: Souls know no conquerors.
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Confidence is the feeling we have before knowing all the facts.
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All, as they say, that glitters is not gold.
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Welcome, thou kind deceiver! Thou best of thieves; who, with an easy key, Dost open life, and, unperceived by us, Even steal us from ourselves.
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Love is a passion Which kindles honor into noble acts.
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The secret pleasure of a generous act Is the great mind’s great bribe.
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But love’s a malady without a cure.
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A woman’s counsel brought us first to woe, And made her man his paradise forego, Where at heart’s ease he liv’d; and might have been As free from sorrow as he was from sin.
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Repartee is the soul of conversation.
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Sweet is pleasure after pain.
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Desire of greatness is a godlike sin.
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Blown roses hold their sweetness to the last.
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We by art unteach what Nature taught.
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The bravest men are subject most to chance.
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Good sense and good-nature are never separated, though the ignorant world has thought otherwise. Good-nature, by which I mean beneficence and candor, is the product of right reason.
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The conscience of a people is their power.
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