Satire, being levelled at all, is never resented for an offence by any.

I have ever hated all nations, professions, and communities, and all my love is toward individuals.

Though fear should lend him pinions like the wind, yet swifter fate will seize him from behind.

Under the rose, since here are none but friends, To own the truth we have some private ends.

Vision is seeing the invisible.

Nor do they trust their tongue alone, but speak a language of their own; can read a nod, a shrug, a look, far better than a printed book; convey a libel in a frown, and wink a reputation down.

I said there was a society of men among us, bred up from their youth in the art of proving by words multiplied for the purpose, that white is black, and black is white, according as they are paid. To this society all the rest of the people are as slaves.