Love turns, with a little indulgence, to indifference or disgust; hatred alone is immortal. — William Hazlitt Copy Share Image
Pure good soon grows insipid, wants variety and spirit. Pain is a bittersweet, which never surfeits. Love turns, with a little indulgence, to indifference or disgust. Hatred alone is immortal. — William Hazlitt Copy Share Image
First impressions are often the truest, as we find (not infrequently) to our cost, when we have been wheedled out of them by plausible… — William Hazlitt Copy Share Image
The art of life is to know how to enjoy a little and to endure very much. — William Hazlitt Copy Share Image
We are thankful for good-will rather than for services, for the motive than the quantum of favor received. — William Hazlitt Copy Share Image
The discussing the characters and foibles of common friends is a great sweetness and cement of friendship. — William Hazlitt Copy Share Image
Want of principle is power. Truth and honesty set a limit to our efforts, which impudence and hypocrisy easily overleap. — William Hazlitt Copy Share Image
We never do anything well till we cease to think about the manner doing it. — William Hazlitt Copy Share Image
Man is the only animal that laughs and weeps; for he is the only animal that is struck with the difference between what things… — William Hazlitt Copy Share Image
Those who have had none of the cares of this life to harass and disturb them, have been obliged to have recourse to the… — William Hazlitt Copy Share Image
Poverty, when it is voluntary, is never despicable, but takes an heroical aspect. — William Hazlitt Copy Share Image
