A Quote by Samuel Richardson

The pleasures of the mighty are obtained by the tears of the poor. — © Samuel Richardson
The pleasures of the mighty are obtained by the tears of the poor.
There is not such a mighty difference as some men imagine between the poor and the rich; in pomp, show, and opinion, there is a great deal, but little as to the pleasures and satisfactions of life. They enjoy the same earth and air and heavens; hunger and thirst make the poor man's meat and drink as pleasant and relishing as all the varieties which cover the rich man's table; and the labor of a poor man is more healthful, and many times more pleasant, too, than the ease and softness of the rich.
It is the expensiveness of our pleasures that makes the world poor and keeps us poor in ourselves. If we could but learn to find enjoyment in the things of the mind, the economic problems would solve themselves.
My children make me cry on a daily basis about everything. Tears of joy, tears of pain, tears of sadness - all the tears, all the time.
Remember that thy heart will shed its pleasures as thine eye its tears, and both leave loathsome furrows.
Wishes, at least, are the easy pleasures of the poor.
Healing is not always obtained by saying a prayer. It is obtained by obeying God
I wrote Freak the Mighty because Max, the mighty half of Freak the Mighty, insisted and he's bigger than I am.
The wisdom obtained in the higher states of consciousness is different from that obtained by inference and testimony as it refers to particulars.
Results are often obtained by impetuosity and daring which could never have been obtained by ordinary methods.
Poor is the man whose pleasures depend on the permission of another.
To govern according to the sense and agreement of the interests of the people is a great and glorious object of governance. This object cannot be obtained but through the medium of popular election, and popular election is a mighty evil.
Diamonds are the tears of the poor.
I've always thought the law ought to put on spectacles, it has mighty poor eyesight once in a while.
It is the privilege of the rich To waste the time of the poor To water with tears in secret A tree that grows in secret That bears fruit in secret That ripened falls to the ground in secret And manures the parent tree Oh the wicked tree of hatred and the secret The sap rising and the tears falling.
Tears are a good alterative, but a poor diet.
You who weep for pleasures fled, While dragging on a life of care, All your woes will melt in air, If to god your tears are shed, You who Weap!
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