Samuel Johnson Quotes
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Catch then, O! catch the transient hour, Improve each moment as it flies; Life's a short Summer - man a flower, He dies - alas! how soon he dies!
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LEXICOGRAPHER - A writer of dictionaries, a harmless drudge.
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The true art of memory is the art of attention.
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NETWORK - Any thing reticulated or decussated, at equal distances, with interstices between the intersections.
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The joy of life is variety; the tenderest love requires to be renewed by intervals of absence.
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Cold approbation gave the ling'ring bays,For those who durst not censure, scarce could praise.
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A fellow that makes no figure in company, and has a mind as narrow as the neck of a vinegar-cruet.
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I fancy mankind may come, in time, to write all aphoristically, except in narrative; grow weary of preparation, and connection, and illustration, and all those arts by which a big book is made.
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Come, let me know what it is that makes a Scotchman happy!
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All this wealth excludes but one evil,-poverty.
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Every man naturally persuades himself that he can keep his resolutions, nor is he convinced of his imbecility but by length of time and frequency of experiment.
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The potentiality of growing rich beyond the dreams of avarice.
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Declamation roared, while Passion slept.
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Questioning is not the mode of conversation among gentlemen.
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'Enlarge my life with multitude of days!'In health, in sickness, thus the suppliant prays:Hides from himself his state, and shuns to knowThat life protracted is protracted woe.
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There can be no friendship without confidence, and no confidence without integrity.
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I hate a fellow whom pride or cowardice or laziness drives into a corner, and who does nothing when he is there but sit and growl. Let him come out as I do, and bark.
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The world is not yet exhausted: let me see something to-morrow which I never saw before.
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The first years of man must make provision for the last.
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No man was more foolish when he had not a pen in his hand, or more wise when he had.
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When learning's triumph o'er her barb'rous foesFirst reared the stage, immortal Shakespeare rose;Each change of many-colored life he drew,Exhausted worlds, and then imagined new:Existence saw him spurn her bounded reign,And panting Time toiled after him in vain.
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It might as well be said, 'Who drives fat oxen should himself be fat.'
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It is always observable that silence propagates itself, and that the longer talk has been suspended, the more difficult it is to find any thing to say.
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To get a name can happen but to few; it is one of the few things that cannot be brought. It is the free gift of mankind, which must be deserved before it will be granted, and is at last unwillingly bestowed.