Joseph Addison Quotes

How many generous Britons meet their doom, New to the field, and heroes in the bloom! Th’ illustrious youghts, that left their native shore To march where Britons never march’d before (O fatal love of fame! O glorious heat Only destructive to the brave and great!)

What sunshine is to flowers, smiles are to humanity. These are but trifles, to be sure; but, scattered along life’s pathway, the good they do is inconceivable.

Mere bashfulness without merit is awkwardness.

For wheresoe’er I turn my ravish’d eyes, Gay gilded scenes and shining prospects rise, Poetic fields encompass me around, And still I seem to tread on classic ground.

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.

When a man is made up wholly of the dove, without the least grain of the serpent in his composition, he becomes ridiculous in many circumstances of life, and very often discredits his best actions.

What a pity is it That we can die but once to save our country!

There is no greater sign of a general decay of virtue in a nation, than a want of zeal in its inhabitants for the good of their country.

An opera may be allowed to be extravagantly lavish in its decorations, as its only design is to gratify the senses and keep up an indolent attention in the audience.

He who would pass his declining years with honor and comfort, should, when young, consider that he might one day become old, and remember when he is old, that he had once been young.