Author 188923

A man should never be ashamed to own that he has been in the wrong, which is but saying that he is wiser today than he was yesterday.

The ruling passion, being what it will... The ruling passion conquers reason still.

A little learning is a dangerous thing.

A man should never be ashamed to own he has been in the wrong. Which is but saying, in other words, that he is wiser today than he was yesterday.

One truth is clear; whatever is, is right.

To err is human, to forgive divine.

A man should never be ashamed to own he has been in the wrong, which is but saying, in other words, that he is wiser today than he was yesterday.

Honor and shame from no condition rise; act well you part: there all the honor lies.

It is very natural for a young friend and a young lover to think the persons they love have nothing to do but to please them.

Judge not of actions by their mere effect; dive to the centre, and the cause detect; great deeds from meanest springs may take their course, and smallest virtues from a mighty source.

Know then thyself, presume not God to scan; the proper study of Mankind is Man.

Men dream in courtship, but in wedlock wake!

No woman ever hates a man for being in love with her, but many a woman hates a man for being a friend to her.

Order is heaven’s first law.

Party-spirit at best is but the madness of many for the gain of a few.

Praise undeserv'd is scandal in disguise.

Seas but join the regions they divide.

Sickness is a sort of early old age; it teaches us a diffidence in our earthly state.

The feast of reason and the flow of the soul.

The most positive men are the most credulous, since they most believe themselves, and advise most with their falsest flatterer and worst enemy - their own self-love.

Go, wiser thou! and in thy scale of sense weigh thy opinion against providence.

The most positive men are the most credulous.

He who tells a lie is not sensible how great a task he undertakes; for he must be forced to invent twenty more to maintain one.

The world recedes; it disappears; heav’n opens on my eyes; my ears with sounds seraphic ring: Lend, lend your wings! I mount! I fly! O Grave! where is thy victory? O Death! where is thy sting?

Hell was built on spite, and heav’n on pride.