A fly may sting a stately horse and make him wince; but one is but an insect, and the other is a horse still. – Samuel Johnson
There is nothing which has yet been contrived by man, by which so much happiness is produced as by a good tavern. – Samuel Johnson
There are innumerable questions to which the inquisitive mind can in this state receive no answer: Why do you and I exist? Why was this world created? Since it was to be created, why was it not created sooner? – Samuel Johnson
Sorrow is the mere rust of the soul. Activity will cleanse and brighten it. – Samuel Johnson