Every Physician Almost Hath His Favourite Disease.

Wine Is A Turncoat; First A Friend And Then An Enemy.

An Author Ought To Consider Himself, Not As A Gentleman Who Gives A Private Or Eleemosynary Treat, But Rather As One Who Keeps A Public Ordinary, At Which All Persons Are Welcome For Their Money.

Riches Without Charity Are Nothing Worth. They Are A Blessing Only To Him Who Makes Them A Blessing To Others.

Thwackum Was For Doing Justice, And Leaving Mercy To Heaven.

With The Latitude Of Unbounded Scurrility, It Is Easy Enough To Attain The Character Of A Wit, Especially When It Is Considered How Wonderfully Pleasant It Is To The Generality Of The Public To See The Folly Of Their Acquaintance Exposed By A Third Person.