Men always grow vicious before they become unbelievers.

Religion seems to have grown an infant with age, and requires miracles to nurse it, as it had in its infancy.

111 company is like a dog, who dirts those most whom he loves best.

What vexes me most is, that my female friends, who could bear me very well a dozen years ago, have now forsaken me, although I am not so old in proportion to them as I formerly was: which I can prove by arithmetic, for then I was double their age, which now I am not. Letter to Alexander Pope. 7 Feb. 1736.

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

Principally I hate and detest that animal called man; although I heartily love John, Peter, Thomas, and so forth.

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