Men may change their climate, but they cannot change their nature. A man that goes out a fool cannot ride or sail himself into common sense.
JOSEPH ADDISONHe who would pass his declining years with honor and comfort, should, when young, consider that he may one day become old, and remember when he is old, that he has once been young.
More Joseph Addison Quotes
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Hung it on each side with curious organs of sense, given it airs and graces that cannot be described, and surrounded it with such a flowing shade of hair as sets all its beauties in the most agreeable light.
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One of the most important but one of the most difficult things for a powerful mind is to be its own master.
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To be exempt from the passions with which others are tormented, is the only pleasing solitude.
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I never knew an early-rising, hard-working, prudent man, careful of his earnings and strictly honest, who complained of hard luck.
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Hunting is not a proper employment for a thinking man.
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Young men soon give, and soon forget, affronts; old age is slow in both.
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What an absurd thing it is to pass over all the valuable parts of a man, and fix our attention on his infirmities.
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Look what a little vain dust we are!
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Encourage innocent amusement.
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Love, anger, pride and avarice all visibly move in those little orbs.
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Jealousy is that pain which a man feels from the apprehension that he is not equally beloved by the person whom he entirely loves.
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Were I to prescribe a rule for drinking, it should be formed upon a saying quoted by Sir William Temple: the first glass for myself, the second for my friends, the third for good humor, and the fourth for mine enemies.
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A wealthy doctor who can help a poor man, and will not without a fee, has less sense of humanity than a poor ruffian, who kills a rich man to supply his necessities.
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Soon as the evening shades prevail, The moon takes up the wondrous tale, And nightly to the listening earth Repeats the story of her birth.
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When all thy mercies, O my God, My rising soul surveys, Transported with the view I’m lost, in wonder, love and praise.
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