Satire Is An Abuse Of Wit. It

Our Opinions Partake, More Or Less, Of The Prejudices Of Our Class, Party, Or Sect. We Are All Largely Pledged, Through Interest, Affection, Or Passion, To Particular Classes Of Opinion, And The Strength Of Efforts To Get Released From These Pledges, Is The Measure Of Our Advancement.

Whether One Talks Well Depends Very Much Upon Whom He Has To Talk To.

Fortune, Like A Coy Mistress, Loves To Yield Her Favors, Though She Makes Us Wrest Them From Her.

Dishonesty Is A Forsaking Of Permanent For Temporary Advantages.

It Is Easier To Die Bravely Than To Live So.