There were many times my pants were so thin I could sit on a dime and tell if it was heads or tails.
Jonathan SwiftA 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.
Jonathan SwiftPrincipally I hate and detest that animal called man; although I heartily love John, Peter, Thomas, and so forth.
Jonathan Swift