Worth Begets In Base Minds, Envy; In

There Are Persons Of That General Philanthropy And Easy Tempers, Which The World In Contempt Generally Calls Good-natured, Who Seem To Be Sent Into The World With The Same Design With Which Men Put Little Fish Into A Pike Pond, In Order Only To Be Devoured By That Voracious Water-hero.

Great Vices Are The Proper Objects Of Our Detestation, Smaller Faults Of Our Pity, But Affectation Appears To Be The Only True Source Of The Ridiculous.

Can Any Man Have A Higher Notion Of The Rule Of Right And The Eternal Fitness Of Things?

I Describe Not Men, But Manners; Not An Individual, But A Species.

What Was Said By The Latin Poet Of Labor--that It Conquers All Things--is Much More True When Applied To Impudence.