Addison DeWitt: Your next move, it seems to me, should be toward television. Miss Caswell: Tell me this. Do they have auditio...ns for television? Addison DeWitt: That's all television is, my dear. Nothing but auditions.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Addison writes with the ease of a gentleman. His readers fancy that a wise and accomplished companion is talking to them; so that ...he insinuates his sentiments and taste into their minds by an imperceptible influence. Johnson writes like a teacher. He dictates to his readers as if from an academical chair. They attend with awe and admiration; and his precepts are impressed upon them by his commanding eloquence. Addison's style, like a light wine, pleases everybody from the first. Johnson's, like a liquor of more body, seems too strong at first, but, by degrees, is highly relished.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Immortal glories in my mind revive, And in my soul a thousand passions strive,... When Rome's exalted beauties I descry Magnificent in piles of ruin lie.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
We envy not the warmer clime, that lies In ten degrees of more indulgent skies,... Nor at the coarseness of our heaven repine, Though o'er our heads the frozen Pleiads shine: 'Tis Liberty that crowns Britannia's Isle, And makes her barren rocks and her bleak mountains smile.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
The important question is not, what will yield to man a few scattered pleasures, but what will render his life happy on the whole ...amount.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
There is not any present moment that is unconnected with some future one. The life of every man is a continued chain of incidents,... each link of which hangs upon the former. The transition from cause to effect, from event to event, is often carried on by secret steps, which our foresight cannot divine, and our sagacity is unable to trace. Evil may at some future period bring forth good; and good may bring forth evil, both equally unexpected.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
For wheresoe'er I turn my ravished eyes, Gay gilded scenes and shining prospects rise,... Poetic fields encompass me around, And still I seem to tread on classic ground.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »