Samuel Johnson

It is worth a thousand pounds a year to have the habit of looking on the bright side of things.

For patience, sov'reign o'er transmuted ill.

The true art of memory is the art of attention.

No mind is much employed upon the present: recollection and anticipation fill up almost all our moments.

He who does not mind his belly will hardly mind anything else.

I look upon it, that he who does not mind his belly will hardly mind anything else.

In misery's darkest cavern known, His useful care was ever nigh Where hopeless anguish pour'd his groan, And lonely want retir'd to die.

Depend upon it that if a man talks of his misfortunes there is something in them that is not disagreeable to him; for where there is nothing but pure misery there never is any recourse to the mention of it.

The trappings of a monarchy would set up an ordinary commonwealth.

He left the name at which the world grew pale, To point a moral, or adorn a tale.