John DrydenThinkers

Anger is an intoxication which, as with the grape, shows us to others but hides us from ourselves.

Anger is wont to disappear only when, and at the very moment when, thoughts of resentment are forgotten.

Bad news is winged with fate, and flies apace.

Beauty is nothing else but a just accord and mutual harmony of the members, animated by a healthful constitution. Dry den.

A Crime is justified only by its success.

Dancing is the poetry of the foot.

Death is landing on some distant shore.

Enthusiasm is at odds with truth. No truth can be expected from an author whose understandinig is warped by it.

Fiction is of the essence of poetry as well as of painting; there is a resemblance in one of human bodies, things, and actions which are not real, and in the other of a true story by fiction.

Genius must be born, and never can be taught.

A Habit is first made, and then it makes us.