John Dryden Quotes and its meanings

Reason is a crutch for age, but youth is strong enough to walk alone.

Reason is a crutch for age, but youth is strong enough to walk alone.

Happy the man, and happy he alone, he who can call today his own he who, secure within, can say, tomorrow do thy worst, for I have lived today.

Successful crimes alone are justified.

Anger will never disappear so long as thoughts of resentment are cherished in the mind. Anger will disappear just as soon as thoughts of resentment are forgotten.

The intoxication of anger, like that of the grape, shows us to others, but hides us from ourselves.

Beauty, like ice, our footing does betray Who can tread sure on the smooth, slippery way: Pleased with the surface, we glide swiftly on, And see the dangers that we cannot shun.

Death in itself is nothing but we fear to be we know not what, we know not where.

By education most have been misled So they believe, because they were bred. The priest continues where the nurse began, And thus the child imposes on the man.

Death in itself is nothing but we fear to be we know not what, we know not where.

Boldness is a mask for fear, however great.

He has not learned the first lesson of life who does not every day surmount a fear.

Forgiveness to the injured does belong but they ne'er pardon who have done wrong.

Seek not to know what must not be reveal, for joy only flows where fate is most concealed. A busy person would find their sorrows much more if future fortunes were known before!

Boldness is a mask for fear, however great.

Only man clogs his happiness with care, destroying what is with thoughts of what may be.

When I consider life, it is all a cheat. Yet fooled with hope, people favor this deceit.

Jealousy is the jaundice of the soul.

Pains of love be sweeter far than all other pleasures are.

Love is love's reward.

But love's a malady without a cure.

Go miser go, for money sell your soul. Trade wares for wares and trudge from pole to pole, So others may say when you are dead and gone. See what a vast estate he left his son.

Beware the fury of a patient man.

Dancing is the poetry of the foot.

For truth has such a face and such a mien, as to be loved needs only to be seen.

War is the trade of Kings.