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THOMSON, James Quotes
(1700-1748), Scottish poet
Loveliness needs not the aid of foreign ornament, but is, when unadorned, adorned the most.
More firm and sure the hand of courage strikes, when it obeys the watchful eye of caution.
Even from the body's purity the mind receives a secret sympathetic aid.
Unhappy he, who from the first of joys—society—cut off, is left alone, amid this world of death!
That which makes people dissatisfied with their condition, is the chimerical idea they form of the happiness of others.
Is there aught in sleep can charm the wise to lie in dead oblivion, losing half the fleeting moments of too short a life?
Base envy withers at another's joy, and hates the excellence it cannot reach.
Health is the vital principle of bliss; and exercise, of health.
Desponding fear, of feeble fancies full, weak and unmanly, loosens every power.
Home is the resort of love, of joy, of peace, and plenty, where supporting and supported, polished friends and dearest relatives mingle into bliss.
Hail! independence, hail! heaven's next best gift to that of life and an immortal soul!
Ingratitude is treason to mankind.
It will always do to change for the better.
Light! Nature's resplendent robe; without whose vesting beauty all were wrapt in gloom.
But happy they, the happiest of their kind, whom gentle stars unite; and in one fate their hearts, their fortunes, and their beings blend!
Absence, with all its pains, is, by this charming moment, wiped away.
Inconstant, blind, deserting friends at need, and duped by foes; loud and seditious, when a chief inspired their headlong fury, but of him deprived, already slaves that lick'd the scourging hand.
Whoe'er amid the sons of reason, valor, liberty, and virtue, displays distinguished merit, is a noble of nature's own creating.
Peace is the happy, natural state of man; war, his corruption, his disgrace.
Philosophy consists not in airy schemes or idle speculations; the rule and conduct of all social life is her great province.
The clouds consign their treasures to the fields, and softly shaking on the dimpled pool preclusive drops, let all their moisture flow, in large effusion, o'er the freshened world.
The kind refresher of the summer heats.
Vulgar minds refuse to crouch beneath their load; the brave bear theirs without repining.
The man whom Heaven appoints to govern others, should himself first learn to bend his passions to the sway of reason.
Real glory springs from the silent conquest of ourselves; without that the conqueror is only the first slave.
Of all evils to the generous, shame is the most deadly pang.
Hail, social life! into thy pleasing bounds I come to pay the common stock, my share of service, and, in glad return, to taste thy comforts, thy protected joys.
Wide flush the fields; the softening air is balm; echo the mountains round; the forest smiles; and every sense, and every heart is joy.
Fair-handed spring unbosoms every grace.
It is success that colors all in life: success makes fools admired, makes villains honest: all the proud virtue of this vaunting world fawns on success and power, howe'er acquired.
Yonder comes the powerful King of day, rejoicing in the East.
The generous heart should scorn a pleasure which gives others pain.
Delightful task, to rear the tender thought, to teach the young idea how to shoot, to pour fresh instruction over the mind, to breathe the enlivening spirit, and to fix the generous purpose in the glowing heart.
Those tender tears that humanize the soul.
True valor lies in the mind, the never-yielding purpose; nor owns the blind award of giddy fortune.
Vice always leads, however fair at first, to wilds of woe.
Rash, fruitless war, from wanton glory waged, is only splendid murder.
Peace is the happy natural state of man; war is corruption and disgrace.
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