Zitat des Tages von John Dryden:
All heiresses are beautiful.
Either be wholly slaves or wholly free.
By education most have been misled; So they believe, because they were bred. The priest continues where the nurse began, And thus the child imposes on the man.
Dancing is the poetry of the foot.
Forgiveness to the injured does belong; but they ne'er pardon who have done wrong.
Only man clogs his happiness with care, destroying what is with thoughts of what may be.
To die is landing on some distant shore.
He who would search for pearls must dive below.
Successful crimes alone are justified.
When I consider life, it is all a cheat. Yet fooled with hope, people favor this deceit.
War is the trade of Kings.
Look around the inhabited world; how few know their own good, or knowing it, pursue.
Jealousy is the jaundice of the soul.
He has not learned the first lesson of life who does not every day surmount a fear.
And love's the noblest frailty of the mind.
Beware the fury of a patient man.
Time, place, and action may with pains be wrought, but genius must be born; and never can be taught.
For they conquer who believe they can.
The first is the law, the last prerogative.
Go miser go, for money sell your soul. Trade wares for wares and trudge from pole to pole, So others may say when you are dead and gone. See what a vast estate he left his son.
Never was patriot yet, but was a fool.
Love is not in our choice but in our fate.
It is madness to make fortune the mistress of events, because by herself she is nothing and is ruled by prudence.
But far more numerous was the herd of such, Who think too little, and who talk too much.
Let grace and goodness be the principal loadstone of thy affections. For love which hath ends, will have an end; whereas that which is founded on true virtue, will always continue.
If you be pungent, be brief; for it is with words as with sunbeams - the more they are condensed the deeper they burn.
They that possess the prince possess the laws.
Repentance is but want of power to sin.
Words are but pictures of our thoughts.
Love is love's reward.
Honor is but an empty bubble.
All things are subject to decay and when fate summons, monarchs must obey.
There is a pleasure in being mad which none but madmen know.
God never made His work for man to mend.
Pains of love be sweeter far than all other pleasures are.
Roused by the lash of his own stubborn tail our lion now will foreign foes assail.