Quotes
Quotes - Addison
The friendships of the world are oft confederacies in vice, or leagues of pleasures.
I value my garden more for being full of blackbirds than of cherries, and very frankly give them fruit for their songs.
Why wilt thou add to all the griefs I suffer Imaginary ills, and fancy'd tortures?
There is no pain so great as the memory of joy in present grief.
Three grand essentials to happiness in this life are something to do, something to love, and something to hope for.
Health and cheerfulness mutually beget each other.
A man's first care should be to avoid the reproaches of his own heart, his next to escape the censures of the world.
The sense of honour is of so fine and delicate a nature, that it is only to be met with in minds which are naturally noble, or in such as have been cultivated by good examples, or a refined education.
Better to die ten thousand deaths, Than wound my honour.
Content thyself to be obscurely good. When vice prevails and impious men bear away, The post of honor is a private station.
The honors of this world, what are they but puff, and emptiness, and peril of falling?
Content thyself to be obscurely good. When vice prevails, and impious men bear sway, the post of honor is a private station.
The grand essentials to happiness in this life are something to do, something to love, and something to hope for.
Everything that is new or uncommon raises a pleasure in the imagination, because it fills the soul with an agreeable surprise, gratifies its curiosity, and gives it an idea of which it was not before possessed.
It must be so--Plato, thou reasonest well!-- Else whence this pleasing hope, this fond desire, This longing after immortality? Or whence this secret dread, and inward horror, O falling into nought? Why shrinks the soul Back on herself, and startles at destruction? 'Tis the divinity that stirs within us; 'Tis heaven itself, that points out an hereafter, And intimates eternity to man.
The stars shall fade away, the sun himself Grow dim with age, and nature sink in years, But thou shalt flourish in immortal youth, Unhurt amidst the wars of elements, The wrecks of matter, and the crush of worlds.
I don't want to achieve immortality through my work; I want to achieve immortality through not dying.
It is only imperfection that complains of what is imperfect. The more perfect we are, the more gentle and quiet we become towards the defects of others. -Joseph Addison.
For whereso'er I turn my ravished eyes, Gay gilded scenes and shining prospects rise; Poetic fields encompass me around, And still I seem to tread on classic ground.
Advertisements are of great use to the vulgar. First of all, as they are instruments of ambition. A man that is by no means big enough for the Gazette, may easily creep into the advertisements; by which means we often see an apothecary in the same paper of news with a plenipotentiary, or a running footman with an ambassador.
I would . . . earnestly advise them for their good to order this paper to be punctually served up, and to be looked upon as a part of the tea equipage.
The great art in writing advertisements is the finding out a proper method to catch the reader's eye; without which a good thing may pass over unobserved, or be lost among commissions of bankrupt.
They consume a considerable quantity of our paper manufacture, employ our artisans in printing, and find business for great numbers of indigent persons.
On you, my lord, with anxious fear I wait, And from your judgment must expect my fate.
Justice discards party, friendship, kindred, and is therefore always represented as blind.
