Many a wretch has rid on a hurdle who has done less mischief than utterers of forged tales, coiners of scandal, and clippers of reputation.

There's no possibility of being witty without a little ill-nature - the malice of a good thing is the barb that makes it stick.

A progeny of learning.

Fame, the sovereign deity of proud ambition.

A circulating library in a town is as an evergreen tree of diabolical knowledge.

The quarrel is a very pretty quarrel as it stands - we should only spoil it by trying to explain it.

If I reprehend anything in this world, it is the use of my oracular tongue, and a nice derangement of epitaphs!