The Ancients, Sir, Are The Ancients, And

Grammar, Which Knows How To Control Even Kings.

All The Satires Of The Stage Should Be Viewed Without Discomfort. They Are Public Mirrors, Where We Are Never To Admit That We Seeourselves; One Admits To A Fault When One Is Scandalized By Its Censure.

I Hate All Men, The Ones Because They Are Mean And Vicious, And The Others For Being Complaisant With The Vicious Ones.

What A Terrible Thing To Be A Great Lord, Yet A Wicked Man.

The Absence Of The Beloved, Short Though It May Last, Always Lasts Too Long.