Ill habits gather unseen degrees, as brooks make rivers, rivers run to seas.

Quote by John Dryden

Topics: Habit Quotes

Jealousy is the jaundice of the soul.

Jealousy is the jaundice of the soul.

What all your sex desire is Sovereignty

What all your sex desire is Sovereignty

By viewing Nature, Nature's handmaid, art, makes mighty things from small beginnings grow.

By viewing Nature, Nature's handmaid, art, makes mighty things from small beginnings grow.

But love's a malady without a cure.

But love's a malady without a cure.

Time, place, and action may with pains be wrought, But Genius must be born; and...

Time, place, and action may with pains be wrought, But Genius must be born; and...

God never made his work for man to mend.

God never made his work for man to mend.

For truth has such a face and such a mien, as to be loved needs...

For truth has such a face and such a mien, as to be loved needs...

Repentance is but want of power to sin.

Repentance is but want of power to sin.

He who trusts secrets to a servant makes him his master

He who trusts secrets to a servant makes him his master

He has not learned the first lesson of life who does not every day surmount...

He has not learned the first lesson of life who does not every day surmount...

And love's the noblest frailty of the mind.

And love's the noblest frailty of the mind.

Look round the habitable world, how few Know their own good, or, knowing it, pursue!

Look round the habitable world, how few Know their own good, or, knowing it, pursue!

Repentance is but want of power to sin.

Repentance is but want of power to sin.

Beware the fury of a patient man.

Beware the fury of a patient man.

When he spoke, what tender words he used! So softly, that like flakes of feathered...

When he spoke, what tender words he used! So softly, that like flakes of feathered...

Go miser go, for money sell your soul. Trade wares for wares and trudge from...

Go miser go, for money sell your soul. Trade wares for wares and trudge from...

Love thou the rose, yet leave it on its stem.

Love thou the rose, yet leave it on its stem.

To die is landing on some distant shore.

To die is landing on some distant shore.

War is the trade of Kings.

War is the trade of Kings.

But far more numerous was the herd of such, Who think too little, and who...

But far more numerous was the herd of such, Who think too little, and who...