You complain, friend Swift, of the length of my epigrams, but you yourself write nothing. Yours are shorter.
I wont let a wife lead me to the altar. [I will not have a wife that shall be my master.]
Every epigram should resemble a bee; it should have sting, honey, and brevity.
It is not he who forms idols in gold or marble that makes them gods, but he who kneels before them.
There is no living with thee, nor without thee.
It is to live twice when we can enjoy the recollections of our former life.