Friendship Is Love Without His Wings!

The Christian Has Greatly The Advantage Of The Unbeliever, Having Everything To Gain And Nothing To Lose.

Ah, Nut-brown Partridges! Ah, Brilliant Pheasants! And Ah, Ye Poachers!--'tis No Sport For Peasants.

He Scratched His Ear, The Infallible Resource To Which Embarrassed People Have Recourse.

Fools Are My Theme, Let Satire Be My Song.

Why Do They Call Me Misanthrope? Because They Hate Me, Not I Them.