Satire Should, Like A Polished Razor Keen,

I Don't Say 'tis Impossible For An Impudent Man Not To Rise In The World, But A Moderate Merit With A Large Share Of Impudence Is More Probable To Be Advanced Than The Greatest Qualifications Without It.

[on Her Political Writings:] It Is, I Confess, Very Possible That These My Labours May Only Be Destined To Line Trunks, Or Preserve Roast Meat From Too Fierce A Fire; Yet In That Shape I Shall Be Useful To My Country.

We Travellers Are In Very Hard Circumstances. If We Say Nothing But What Has Been Said Before Us, We Are Dull And Have Observed Nothing. If We Tell Anything New, We Are Laughed At As Fabulous And Romantic.

People Never Write Calmly But When They Write Indifferently.

We Have All Our Playthings. Happy Are They Who Are Contented With Those They Can Obtain; Those Hours Are Spent In The Wisest Manner That Can Easiest Shade The Ills Of Life, And Are The Least Productive Of Ill Consequences.