Born in June 3, 1771 / Died in February 22, 1845 / United Kingdom / English
A comfortable house is a great source of happiness. It ranks immediately after health and a good conscience.
Bishop Berkeley destroyed this world in one volume octavo; and nothing remained, after his time, but mind; which experienced a similar fate from the hand of Mr. Hume in 1737.
A great deal of talent is lost to the world for want of a little courage. Every day sends to their graves obscure men whose timidity prevented them from making a first effort.
I look upon Switzerland as an inferior sort of Scotland.
In composing, as a general rule, run your pen through every other word you have written; you have no idea what vigor it will give your style.
Manners are like the shadows of virtues, they are the momentary display of those qualities which our fellow creatures love and respect.
I have, alas, only one illusion left, and that is the Archbishop of Canterbury.
The thing about performance, even if it's only an illusion, is that it is a celebration of the fact that we do contain within ourselves infinite possibilities.
What you don't know would make a great book.
What would life be without arithmetic, but a scene of horrors?
Science is his forte, and omniscience his foible.
Do not try to push your way through to the front ranks of your profession; do not run after distinctions and rewards; but do your utmost to find an entry into the world of beauty.
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