The world is full of fools; and he who would not wish to see one, must not only shut himself up alone, but must also break his looking-glass.

It is the sin which we have not committed which seems the most monstrous.

No one who cannot limit himself has ever been able to write.

Happy who in his verse can gently steer, From grave to light, from pleasant to severe.

But satire, ever moral, ever new, Delights the reader and instructs him, too. She, if good sense refine her sterling page, Oft shakes some rooted folly of the age.

Nature always springs to the surface and manages to show what she is. It is vain to stop or try to drive her back. She breaks through every obstacle, pushes forward, and at last makes for herself a way.

A fool always finds one still more foolish to admire him.