There is nothing more requisite in business than despatch.
JOSEPH ADDISONNothing that isn’t a real crime makes a man appear so contemptible and little in the eyes of the world as inconsistency.
More Joseph Addison Quotes
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That aids and strengthens virtue where it meets her And imitates her actions where she is not: It is not to be sported with.
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A man must be both stupid and uncharitable who believes there is no virtue or truth but on his own side.
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Three grand essentials to happiness in this life are something to do, something to love, and something to hope for.
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Honor’s a fine imaginary notion, that draws in raw and unexperienced men to real mischiefs.
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To be exempt from the passions with which others are tormented, is the only pleasing solitude.
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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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There is nothing which we receive with so much reluctance as advice.
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If men of eminence are exposed to censure on one hand, they are as much liable to flattery on the other. If they receive reproaches which are not due to them, they likewise receive praises which they do not deserve.
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Nature has laid out all her art in beautifying the face; she has touched it with vermilion, planted in it a double row of ivory, made it the seat of smiles and blushes, lighted it up and enlivened it with the brightness of the eyes.
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Love, anger, pride and avarice all visibly move in those little orbs.
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Charity is a virtue of the heart, and not of the hands.
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Riches expose a man to pride and luxury, and a foolish elation of heart.
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A contented mind is the greatest blessing a man can enjoy in this world.
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Rides in the whirlwind and directs the storm.
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Love is a second life; it grows into the soul, warms every vein, and beats in every pulse.
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