What did John Dryden mean by: Only man clogs his happiness with care, destroying what is with thoughts of what may be. - John Dryden Poet · England Copy
+ Lucky men are favorites of Heaven. Feraz Zeid, June 13, 2023December 12, 2023, John Dryden, Heaven, Lucky, 0 - John Dryden Poet · England
+ The people’s prayer, the glad diviner’s theme, The young men’s vision, and the old men’s dream! Feraz Zeid, January 11, 2024January 11, 2024, John Dryden, Dream, Prayer, 0 - John Dryden Poet · England
+ For secrets are edged tools, And must be kept from children and from fools. Feraz Zeid, January 11, 2024January 11, 2024, John Dryden, Children, Secret, Tools, 0 - John Dryden Poet · England
+ Desire of greatness is a godlike sin. Feraz Zeid, June 27, 2023December 12, 2023, John Dryden, Desire, Greatness, Sin, 0 - John Dryden Poet · England
+ Death ends our woes, and the kind grave shuts up the mournful scene. Feraz Zeid, January 11, 2024January 11, 2024, John Dryden, Death, Woe, 0 - John Dryden Poet · England
+ To die is landing on some distant shore. Feraz Zeid, June 29, 2023December 12, 2023, John Dryden, Death, Nature, 0 - John Dryden Poet · England
+ Fattened in vice, so callous and so gross, he sins and sees not, senseless of his loss. Feraz Zeid, January 11, 2024January 11, 2024, John Dryden, Loss, Sin, Vices, 0 - John Dryden Poet · England
+ The secret pleasure of a generous act Is the great mind’s great bribe. Feraz Zeid, January 12, 2024January 12, 2024, John Dryden, Generosity, Mind, Secret, 0 - John Dryden Poet · England
Don’t wait to be happy to laugh… You may die and never have laughed. Explain - Jean de la Bruyere Writer · France
We should laugh before being happy, for fear of dying without having laughed. Explain - Jean de la Bruyere Writer · France
Sadness flies on the wings of the morning, and out of the heart of darkness comes the light. - Jean Giraudoux Playwright · France
At the height of laughter, the universe is flung into a kaleidoscope of new possibilities. - Jean Houston Scholar
What makes old age so sad is, not that our joys, but that our hopes then cease. - Jean Paul Writer · Germany
Joy descends gently upon us like the evening dew, and does not patter down like a hailstorm. - Jean Paul Writer · Germany
