Big-endians and small-endians.

Pray steal me not, I'm Mrs. Dingley's, Whose heart in this four-footed thing lies.

Satire is a sort of glass wherein beholders do generally discover everybody’s face but their own; which is the chief reason for that kind reception it meets with in the world, and that so very few are offended with it.

Nothing is so great an instance of ill-manners as flattery.

It is a maxim, that those, to whom everybody allows the second place, have an undoubted title to the first.

Have you not observed that there is a lower kind of discretion and regularity, which seldom fails of raising men to the highest station in the court, the church, and the law?

There is no vice or folly that requires so much nicety and skill to manage as vanity; nor any which by ill management makes so contemptible a figure.