What a large volume of adventures may be grasped within the span of his little life by him who interests his heart in everything.
Respect for ourselves guides our morals; respect for others guides our manners
Trust that man in nothing who has not a conscience in everything.
I begin with writing the first sentence—and trusting to Almighty God for the second.
Human nature is the same in all professions.
Shall we for ever make new books, as apothecaries make new mixtures, by pouring only out of one vessel into another?
What a large volume of adventures may be grasped within this little span of life by him who interests himself in everything.
Pain and pleasure, like light and darkness, succeed each other.
Keyholes are the occasions of more sin and wickedness, than all other holes in this world put together.
Digressions incontestably are the sunshine; they are the life, the soul of reading.
I have a strong propensity in me to begin this chapter very nonsensically, and I will not balk my fancy.--Accordingly I set off thus:
We don't love people so much for the good they have done us, as for the good we have done them
…so long as a man rides his Hobby-Horse peaceably and quietly along the King's highway, and neither compels you or me to get up behind him,--pray, Sir, what have either you or I to do with it?
To write a book is for all the world like humming a song—be but in tune with yourself, madam, 'tis no matter how high or how low you take it.
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Writing, when properly managed, (as you may be sure I think mine is) is but a different name for conversation.
...For every ten jokes - thou hast got an hundred enemies...
Alas, poor YORICK!
People who are always taking care of their health are like misers, who are hoarding a treasure which they have never spirit enough to enjoy.
Memiliki rasa hormat pada diri sendiri akan membimbing moral kita, Memiliki rasa hormat terhadap orang lain akan menjaga sikap sopan santun kita.
Digressions, incontestably, are the sunshine;—they are the life, the soul of reading;—take them out of this book for instance,—you might as well take the book along with them;
The pulsations of the arteries along my fingers pressing across hers, told her what was passing within me: she look’d down—a silence of some moments followed.
Now there is nothing in this world I abominate worse, than to be interrupted in a story...
—My brother Toby, quoth she, is going to be married to Mrs. Wadman. —Then he will never, quoth my father, be able to lie diagonally in his bed again as long as he lives.
The loneliness is the mother of wisdom.
The desire for knowledge, like the thirst for riches, increases ever with the acquisition of it.
I wish my father or my mother, or indeed both of them, as they were in duty both equally bound to it, had minded what they were about when they begot me;
It had ever, as I told the reader, been one of the singular blessings of my life, to be almost every hour of it miserably in love with some one....
