By rights, satire is a lonely and introspective occupation, for nobody can describe a fool to the life without much patient self-inspection.
When temptations march monotonously in regiments, one waits for to pass.
You cannot find, make or understand true friendship without having enemies.
Talk ought always to run obliquely, not nose to nose with no chance of mental escape.
Many people lose their tempers merely from seeing you keep yours.
If a large city can, after intense intellectual efforts, choose for its mayor a man who merely will not steal from it, we consider it a triumph of the suffrage.