Quote #109
I'll come no more behind your scenes, David [Garrick]; for the silk stockings and white bosoms of your actresses excite my amorous propensities.
More from Samuel Johnson
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- I hate a fellow whom pride or cowardice or laziness drives into a corner, and who does nothing when he is there but sit and growl. Let him …
- Is not a patron, my lord, one who looks with unconcern on a man struggling for life in the water, and when he has reached ground encumbers …
- Dictionaries are like watches; the worst is better than none, and the best cannot be expected to go quite true.
- [Of Lord Chesterfield] This man, I thought, had been a Lord among wits; but, I find, he is only a wit among Lords!
- The use of traveling is to regulate imagination by reality, and instead of thinking how things may be, to see them as they are.
- A fly, Sir, may sting a stately horse and make him wince; but one is but an insect, and the other is a horse still.