Poor nations are hungry, and rich nations are proud; and pride and hunger will ever be at variance.

When a true genius appears, you can know him by this sign: that all the dunces are in a confederacy against him.

Brutes find out where their talents lie; a bear will not attempt to fly.

A true critic, in the perusal of a book, is like a dog at a feast, whose thoughts and stomach are wholly set upon what the guests fling away, and consequently is apt to snarl most when there are the fewest bones.

If they would, for Example, praise the Beauty of a Woman, or any other Animal, they describe it by Rhombs, Circles, Parallelograms, Ellipses, and other geometrical terms.

Perverseness is your whole defence.

For in reason, all government without the consent of the governed is the very definition of slavery.