FRANCIS JEFFREY

Satire is a composition of salt and mercury; and it depends upon the different mixture and preparation of those ingredients, that it comes out a noble medicine, or a rank poison.

Derision is never so agonizing as when it pounces on the wanderings of misguided sensibility.

An obligation is something which constrains or induces us to act.

The disease and its medicine are like two factions in a besieged town; they tear one another to pieces, but both unite against their common enemy, Nature.

Simplicity of manner is the last attainment. Men are very long afraid of being natural, from the dread of being taken for ordinary.

God help us! it is a foolish little thing, this human life, at the best; and it is half ridiculous and half pitiful to see what importance we ascribe to it, and to its little ornaments and distinctions.

Damn the Solar System. Bad light; planets too distant; pestered with comets; feeble contrivance; could make a better myself.

Good will, like a good name, is got by many actions, and lost by one.

The tendency to whining and complaining may be taken as the surest sign symptom of little souls and inferior intellects.

There is nothing respecting which a man may be so long unconscious as of the extent and strength of his prejudices.

The tendency to whining and complaining may be taken as the surest sign symptom of little souls and inferior intellects.

Good will, like a good name, is got by many actions, and lost by one.

There is nothing respecting which a man may be so long unconscious as of the extent and strength of his prejudices.

Beware prejudices. They are like rats, and men's minds are like traps; prejudices get in easily, but it is doubtful if they ever get out.

An obligation is something which constrains or induces us to act.

Damn the Solar System. Bad light; planets too distant; pestered with comets; feeble contrivance; could make a better myself.

The disease and its medicine are like two factions in a besieged town; they tear one another to pieces, but both unite against their common enemy, Nature.

He will always see the most beauty whose affections are the warmest and most exercised, whose imagination is the most powerful, and who has most accustomed himself to attend to the objects by which he is surrounded.

Simplicity of manner is the last attainment. Men are very long afraid of being natural, from the dread of being taken for ordinary.

Satire is a composition of salt and mercury; and it depends upon the different mixture and preparation of those ingredients, that it comes out a noble medicine, or a rank poison.

God help us! it is a foolish little thing, this human life, at the best; and it is half ridiculous and half pitiful to see what importance we ascribe to it, and to its little ornaments and distinctions.

Derision is never so agonizing as when it pounces on the wanderings of misguided sensibility.