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Born in April 22, 1707 / Died in October 8, 1754 / United Kingdom / English

Quotes by Henry Fielding

Make money your god and it will plague you like the devil.
Scarcely one person in a thousand is capable of tasting the happiness of others.
Great joy, especially after a sudden change of circumstances, is apt to be silent, and dwells rather in the heart than on the tongue.
The devil take me, if I think anything but love to be the object of love.
Worth begets in base minds, envy; in great souls, emulation.
Commend a fool for his wit, or a rogue for his honesty and he will receive you into his favor.
We are as liable to be corrupted by books, as by companions.
Adversity is the trial of principle. Without it a man hardly knows whether he is honest or not.
Fashion is the science of appearance, and it inspires one with the desire to seem rather than to be.
A good face they say, is a letter of recommendation. O Nature, Nature, why art thou so dishonest, as ever to send men with these false recommendations into the World!
A truly elegant taste is generally accompanied with excellency of heart.
It is not death, but dying, which is terrible.
Conscience - the only incorruptible thing about us.
Some folks rail against other folks, because other folks have what some folks would be glad of.
Love and scandal are the best sweeteners of tea.
I describe not men, but manners; not an individual, but a species.
A rich man without charity is a rogue; and perhaps it would be no difficult matter to prove that he is also a fool.
Where the law ends tyranny begins.
Guilt has very quick ears to an accusation.
Wine is a turncoat; first a friend and then an enemy.
There is not in the universe a more ridiculous, nor a more contemptible animal, than a proud clergyman.
All nature wears one universal grin.
One fool at least in every married couple.
There is perhaps no surer mark of folly, than to attempt to correct natural infirmities of those we love.
Dancing begets warmth, which is the parent of wantonness.