Jenny kissed me when we met, Jumping from the chair she sat in; Time, you thief, who love to get Sweets into your list, put that in: Say I'm weary, say I'm sad, Say that health and wealth have missed me, Say I'm growing old, but add-- Jenny kissed me!

The person who can be only serious or only cheerful, is but half a man.

Affection, like melancholy, magnifies trifles.

There is no greater mistake in the world than the looking upon every sort of nonsense as want of sense.

Whatever evil befalls us, we ought to ask ourselves... how we can turn it into good. So shall we take occasion, from one bitter root, to raise perhaps many flowers.

Great women belong to history and to self-sacrifice, not to the annals of a stage, however dignified.

For the qualities of sheer wit and humor, Swift had no superior, ancient or modern.