Samuel Johnson

Depend upon it that if a man talks of his misfortunes there is something in them that is not disagreeable to him; for where there is nothing but pure misery there never is any recourse to the mention of it.

The two offices of memory are collection and distribution.

Those who attain to any excellence commonly spend life in some single pursuit, for excellence is not often gained upon easier terms.

No member of society has the right to teach any doctrine contrary to what society holds to be true.

To keep your secret is wisdom, but to expect others to keep it is folly.

There are minds so impatient of inferiority that their gratitude is a species of revenge, and they return benefits not because recompense is a pleasure for them, but because obligation is a pain.

More than once I had seen a noble who had gotten his enemy at a disadvantage stop to pray before cutting his throat.

None of us will ever accomplish anything excellent or commanding except when he listens to this whisper which is heard by him alone.

Who can guess how much industry and providence and affection we have caught from the pantomime of brutes?

We shall see but little way if we require to understand what we see. How few things can a man measure with the tape of his understanding! How many greater things might he be seeing in the meanwhile!

My method is to take the utmost trouble to find the right thing to say, and then to say it with the utmost levity.

Sometimes too much to drink is barely enough.

Half the vices which the world condemns most loudly have seeds of good in them and require moderated use rather than total abstinence.

When I hear the hypercritical quarreling about grammar and style, the position of the particles, etc., etc., stretching or contracting every speaker to certain rules of theirs. I see that they forget that the first requisite and rule is that expression shall be vital and natural, as much as the voice of a brute or an interjection: first of all, mother tongue; and last of all, artificial or father tongue. Essentially your truest poetic sentence is as free and lawless as a lamb’s bleat.

I was the same old me. Just like the Moon yesterday. But because of all the other factors that came to play, the darkness, the brightness, the blood red color. They all were a reflection, a projection due to the perfect set of circumstances. The Moon was still the Moon. But it was still labeled the Super Blue Blood Moon, Just so we can have some understanding, but, again I’ll state, the Moon was still just the Moon, just like I was still just me. Whatever you project on me, and I reflect back, doesn’t then make me become a new person, it’s just a reflection of your projection. I am still just me.

Turn on the prudent ant thy heedful eyes. Observe her labors, sluggard, and be wise.

We are taught by great actions that the universe is the property of every individual in it.

If women were as fastidious as men, morally or physically, there would be an end of the race.

Never tell the truth to people who are not worthy of it.

Every violation of truth is not only a sort of suicide in the liar, but is a stab at the health of human society.

An Englishman thinks he is moral when he is only uncomfortable.