I won't quarrel with my bread and butter.

Punning is an art of harmonious jingling upon words, which, passing in at the ears, excites a titillary motion in those parts; and this, being conveyed by the animal spirits into the muscles of the face, raises the cockles of the heart.

How is it possible to expect that mankind will take advice when they will not so much as take warning.

In oratory the greatest art is to hide art.

I cannot imagine why we should be at the expense to furnish wit for succeeding ages, when the former have made no sort of provision for ours.

A nice man is a man of nasty ideas.

Satire is a sort of glass, wherein beholders do generally discover everybody's face but their own.