Through all eternity to thee, a joyful song I'll raise; for oh! Eternity's too short to utter all thy praise.
Quote by Joseph Addison
The post of honour is a private station.
Nothing is more gratifying to the mind of man than power or dominion.
What sunshine is to flowers, smiles are to humanity. These are but trifles, to be...
A woman seldom asks advice before she has bought her wedding clothes.
Mutability of temper and inconsistency with ourselves is the greatest weakness of human nature.
Their is no defense against criticism except obscurity.
When love once pleads admission to our hearts, In spite of all the virtue we...
Suspicion is not less an enemy to virtue than to happiness; he that is already...
Books are the legacies that a great genius leaves to mankind, which are delivered down...
That he delights in the misery of others no man will confess, and yet what...
There is nothing which we receive with so much reluctance as advice.
He thought he was a wit, and he was half right.
Modesty is not only an ornament, but also a guard to virtue
An ostentatious man will rather relate a blunder or an absurdity he has committed, than...
The stars shall fade away, the sun himself Grow dim with age, and nature sink...
Friendships, in general, are suddenly contracted; and therefore it is no wonder they are easily...
Music, the greatest good that mortals know and all of heaven we have hear below.
With regard to donations always expect the most from prudent people, who keep their own...
Sunday clears away the rust of the whole week.
It is only imperfection that complains of what is imperfect. The more perfect we are...