There are few, very few, that will own themselves in a mistake.

Arbitrary power is but the first natural step from anarchy, or the savage life.

One principal object of good-breeding is to suit our behaviour to the three several degrees of men, our superiors, our equals, and those below us.

That was excellently observed’, say I, when I read a passage in an author, where his opinion agrees with mine. When we differ, there I pronounce him to be mistaken.

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

Venus, a beautiful, good-natured lady, was the goddess of love; Juno, a terrible shrew, the goddess of marriage: and they were always mortal enemies.

She wears her clothes as if they were thrown on with a pitchfork.