Born Friday 10 April 1778, died Saturday 18 September 1830
Professions: Critic, Philosopher, Writer
He who undervalues himself is justly undervalued by others.
Dr. Johnson was a lazy learned man who liked to think and talk better than to read or write; who, however, wrote much and well, but too often by rote.
We often choose a friend as we do a mistress - for no particular excellence in themselves, but merely from some circumstance that flatters our self-love.
Poetry is the universal language which the heart holds with nature and itself. He who has a contempt for poetry, cannot have much respect for himself, or for anything else.
The dupe of friendship, and the fool of love; have I not reason to hate and to despise myself? Indeed I do; and chiefly for not having hated and despised the world enough.
Without the aid of prejudice and custom, I should not be able to find my way across the room.
The art of pleasing consists in being pleased.
Anyone who has passed though the regular gradations of a classical education, and is not made a fool by it, may consider himself as having had a very narrow escape.
Few things tend more to alienate friendship than a want of punctuality in our engagements. I have known the breach of a promise to dine or sup to break up more than one intimacy.
A nickname is the heaviest stone that the devil can throw at a man. It is a bugbear to the imagination, and, though we do not believe in it, it still haunts our apprehensions.
To think ill of mankind and not wish ill to them, is perhaps the highest wisdom and virtue.
Defoe says that there were a hundred thousand country fellows in his time ready to fight to the death against popery, without knowing whether popery was a man or a horse.
If the world were good for nothing else, it is a fine subject for speculation.
We are not hypocrites in our sleep.
Dandyism is a variety of genius.
No young man ever thinks he shall die.
To be remembered after we are dead, is but poor recompense for being treated with contempt while we are living.
No one ever approaches perfection except by stealth, and unknown to themselves.
Almost every sect of Christianity is a perversion of its essence, to accommodate it to the prejudices of the world.
We can bear to be deprived of everything but our self-conceit.