Satire's My Weapon, But I'm Too Discreet

Wit In Conversation Is Only A Readiness Of Thought And A Facility Of Expression, Or A Quick Conception And An Easy Delivery.

Atheists Put On False Courage And Alacrity In The Midst Of Their Darkness And Apprehensions, Like Children Who, When They Fear To Go In The Dark, Will Sing For Fear.

Cursed Be The Verse, How Well So E'er It Flow, That Tends To Make One Worthy Man My Foe.

A God Without Dominion, Providence, And Final Causes, Is Nothing Else But Fate And Nature.

One Self-approving Hour Whole Years Outweighs.