A Quote by Benjamin Franklin

What one relishes, nourishes. — © Benjamin Franklin
What one relishes, nourishes.
I don't think the soul is immortal, or at least not immortal in individuals, but it may be immortal as an aspect of the human personality because when I talk about what literature nourishes, it would be silly of me or reductionist to say that it nourishes the brain.
I know the ways of Pleasure, the sweet strains, The lullings and the relishes of it.
I am the type of person who relishes the chance to stand up and perform under pressure. I have had to do that my whole career.
I am the type of person who relishes the chance to stand up and perform under pressure; I have had to do that my whole career.
A savage review is much more entertaining for the reader than an admiring one; the little misanthrope in each of us relishes the rubbishing of someone else.
The conversation of two people remembering, if the memory is enjoyable to both, rocks on like music or lovemaking. There is a rhythm and a predictability to it that each anticipates and relishes.
Nature is so exact, it hurts exactly as much as it is worth, so in a way one relishes the pain. If it didn't matter, it wouldn't matter.
One of the enduring mysteries of America's occupation of Iraq is why a nation that so little relishes peacekeeping nonetheless refuses to turn the job over to the United Nations.
We live in a culture that relishes tearing others down. It's ultimately more fulfilling, though, to help people reach their goals. Instead of feeling jealous, remember: If God did it for them, He can do it for you.
Excellence nourishes the soul.
Everything nourishes what is strong already
Trump considers himself such a virile example of masculinity that he's qualified to serve as the ultimate arbiter of femininity. He relishes judging women on the basis of their looks, which he seems to believe amounts to the sum of their character.
When spring is here the sketcher begins to look over his equipment and relishes in anticipation the soothing hours he will spend in the open, warmed by the sun, fanned by the breeze, charmed by the manifold delights of nature.
Silence is the sleep that nourishes wisdom.
Memory nourishes the heart, and grief abates.
That which the truth nourishes should thrive.
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