Quote by Joseph Addison
The post of honor is a private station. - Joseph Addison

The post of honor is a private station. – Joseph Addison

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Admiration is a very short-lived passion that immediately decays upon growing familiar with its object, unless it be still fed with fresh discoveries, and kept alive by a new perpetual succession of miracles rising up to its view. – Joseph Addison

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Admiration
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The greatest sweetener of human life is Friendship. To raise this to the highest pitch of enjoyment, is a secret which but few discover. – Joseph Addison

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Friendship
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He who would pass his declining years with honor and comfort, should, when young, consider that he may one day become old, and remember when he is old, that he has once been young. – Joseph Addison

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All honors wounds are self-inflicted. – Andrew Carnegie

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Honor is unstable and seldom the same; for she feeds upon opinion, and is as fickle as her food. – Charles Caleb Colton

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Honor

Ease and honor are seldom bedfellows. – Proverb

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Honor

The person is a poor judge who by an action can be disgraced more in failing than they can be honored in succeeding. – Francis Bacon

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