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World Quotes - Page 523

The World, thinking itself affronted by superior merit, takes delight to bring it down to its own level.

Samuel Richardson (1755). “A collection of the moral and instructive sentiments, maxims, cautions, and reflexions, contained in the histories of Pamela, Clarissa, and Sir Charles Grandison: Digested under proper heads, with references to the volume, ...”, p.392

The person who will bear much shall have much to bear, all the world through.

Samuel Richardson (1862). “Clarissa; Or, The History of a Young Lady: Comprenhending the Most ...”, p.44

The whole world is put in motion by the wish for riches and the dread of poverty.

Samuel Johnson (1761). “The Rambler: In Four Volumes”, p.92

The world is not yet exhausted: let me see something tomorrow which I never saw before.

Samuel Johnson (1977). “Selected Poetry and Prose”, p.148, Univ of California Press

Consider what importance to society the chastity of women is. Upon that all the property in the world depends. We hang a thief for stealing a sheep; but the unchastity of a woman transfers sheep and farm and all from the right owner.

James Boswell, Samuel Johnson (1786). “Boswell's Life of Johnson: Including Boswell's Journal of a Tour of the Hebrides, and Johnson's Diary of A Journey Into North Wales”, p.237

And for the few that only lend their ear, That few is all the world.

Samuel Daniel (1855). “Selections from the Poetical Works of Samuel Daniel: With Biographical Introd., Notes, Etc”, p.132

To be an artist is to fail, as no other dare fail, that failure is his world and the shrink from desertion, art and craft, good housekeeping, living.

Samuel Beckett, Ruby Cohn (1983). “Disjecta: miscellaneous writings and a dramatic fragment”, Calder Publications Limited

The longest word in the world is "a word from our sponsor."

Sam Levenson (2016). “You Don't Have to Be in Who's Who to Know What's What: The Choice Wit and Wisdom of Sam Levenson”, p.168, Open Road Media

Not all possibilities are open to us. The world is finite; our hopes spill over its rim.

Salman Rushdie (1989). “The Satanic Verses”, New York, N.Y. : Viking