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.
Who dares think one thing, and another tell, my soul detests him as the gates of hell.
I would tear out my own heart if it had no better disposition than to love only myself, and laugh at all my neighbors.
Know then thyself, presume not God to scan,
The proper study of Mankind is Man.
Placed on this isthmus of a middle state,
A being darkly wise and rudely great.
Topics: Humanity, Humankind, Mankind, Self-Knowledge, Man
No writing is good that does not tend to better mankind in some way or other.
A person who is too nice an observer of the business of the crowd, like one who is too curious in observing the labor of bees, will often be stung for his curiosity.
Topics: Observation, Curiosity
Fix’d like a plan on his peculiar spot, to draw nutrition, propagate, and rot.
There never was any party, faction, sect, or cabal whatsoever, in which the most ignorant were not the most violent; for a bee is not a busier animal than a blockhead. However, such instruments are, perhaps, necessary; for it may be with states as with clocks, which must have some dead weight hanging at them, to help and regulate the motion of the finer and more useful parts.
A brave man thinks no one his superior who does him an injury; for he has it then in his power to make himself superior to the other by forgiving it.
But when to mischief mortals bend their will, how soon they find fit instruments of ill!
Oh, blindness to the future! kindly given, that each may fill the circle marked by heaven.
Good sense, which only is the gift of Heaven, and though no science, fairly worth the seven.
Die and endow a college or a cat.
In pride, unreasoning pride, our error lies; all quit their sphere, and rush into the skies; pride still is aiming at the blest abodes; men would be angels; angels would be gods.
Topics: Opportunities, Pride, Reality
Our rural ancestors, with little blest,
Patient of labour when the end was rest,
Indulged the day that housed their annual grain,
With feasts, and off’rings, and a thankful strain.
There is nothing meritorious but virtue and friendship.
Honest instinct comes a volunteer, sure never to overshoot, but just to hit, while still too wide, or short of human wit.
Remembrance and reflection how allied. What thin partitions divides sense from thought.
Sickness is a sort of early old age; it teaches us a diffidence in our earthly state.
Wholesome solitude, the nurse of sense!
An atheist is but a mad ridiculous derider of piety; but a hypocrite makes a sober jest of God and religion; he finds it easier to be upon his knees than to rise to a good action; like an impudent debtor, who goes every day to talk familiarly to his creditor, without ever paying what he owes.
Fine sense, and exalted sense, are not half as useful as common sense.—There are forty men of wit to one man of sense.—He that will carry nothing about him but gold, will be every day at a loss for readier change.
Topics: Common Sense
Of all the causes which conspire to blind man’s erring judgment, and mislead the mind, what the weak head with strongest bias rules, is pride—that never failing vice of fools.
To be angry, is to revenge the fault of others upon ourselves.
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