Satire's my weapon, but I'm too discreet To run amuck, and tilt at all I meet.

Some men's wit is like a dark lantern, which serves their own turn and guides them their own way, but is never known (according to the Scripture phrase) either to shine forth before men, or to glorify their Father in heaven.

There should be, methinks, as little merit in loving a woman for her beauty as in loving a man for his prosperity; both being equally subject to change.

The character of covetousness, is what a man generally acquires more through some niggardliness or ill grace in little and inconsiderable things, than in expenses of any consequence.

A perfect judge will read each word of wit with the same spirit that its author writ.

Lo! The poor Indian, whose untutored mind sees God in clouds, or hears him in the wind.

It is sure the hardest science to forget!