Quotes from Joseph Addison

The woman that deliberates is lost.

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.

The greatest sweetener of human life is Friendship.

Friendship improves happiness and abates misery by doubling our joy and dividing our grief.

The Fear of Death often proves Mortal.

On you, my lord, with anxious fear I wait, and from your judgment must expect my fate.

The fear of death often proves mortal, and sets people on methods to save their Lives, which infallibly destroy them.

That courage which arises from the sense of our duty, and from the fear of offending Him that made us, acts always in a uniform manner, and according to the dictates of right reason.

The Infusion of a China plant sweetened with the pith of an Indian Cane.

Looking for Silver Linings Our real blessings often appear to us in the shape of pains losses and disappointments.

Oh, Liberty! thou goddess heavenly bright! Profuse of bliss, and pregnant with delight! Eternal pleasures in thy presence reign, And smiling plenty leads thy wanton train.

Talking with a friend is nothing else but thinking aloud.

Justice discards party, friendship, kindred, and is always, therefore, represented as blind.

True happiness ... arises in the first place from the enjoyment of one's self and in the next from the friendship and conversation of a few select companions.

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

Sunday clears away the rust of the whole week.

It is the privilege of posterity to set matters right between those antagonists who, by their rivalry for greatness, divided a whole age.

When love once pleads admission to our hearts, In spite of all the virtue we can boast, The woman that deliberates is lost.

The grand essential to happiness in this life are something to do, something to love, and something to hope for.

Mysterious love, uncertain treasure, hast thou more of pain or pleasure! Endless torments dwell about thee: Yet who would live, and live without thee!

The friendships of the world are oft confederacies in vice, or leagues of pleasures.

Friendship improves happiness, and abates misery, by doubling our joys, and dividing our grief.

Marriage enlarges the scene of our happiness and of our miseries. A marriage of love is pleasant, of interest, easy, and where both meet, happy. A happy marriage has in it all the pleasures of friendship, all the enjoyments of sense and reason, and,