Satire, like conscience, reminds us of what we often wish to forget.

Satire, like conscience, reminds us of what we often wish to forget.

Flowers are the bright remembrances of youth; they waft us back, with their bland odorous breath, the joyous hours that only young life knows, ere we have learnt that this fair earth hides graves.

Men who would persecute others for religious opinions, prove the errors of their own.

We never respect those who amuse us, however we may smile at their comic powers

[His mind] was like a volcano, full of fire and wealth, sometimes calm, often dazzling and playful, but ever threatening. It ran swift as the lightning from one subject to another, and occasionally burst forth in passionate throes of intellect, nearly allied to madness.

Calumny is the offspring of Envy.