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.

Every day is an opportunity to make a new happy ending. May you live all the days of your life.

She watches him as a cat would watch a mouse.

If the world had but a dozen Arbuthnots in it, I would burn my Travels.

Let a man be ne'er so wise, he may be caught with sober lies.

I won't quarrel with my bread and butter.

There are but three ways for a man to revenge himself of the censure of the world,--to despise it, to return the like, or to endeavor to live so as to avoid it; the first of these is usually pretended, the last is almost impossible, the universal practice is for the second.