Over 40,000 Famous Quotes Sorted By Topic and Author
In all distresses of our friends We first consult our private ends, While Nature, kindly bent to ease us, Points out some circumstance to please us. Topic: Adversity
Author: Jonathan Swift
And he gave it for his opinion, "that whoever could make two ears of corn, or two blades of grass, to grow upon a spot of ground where only one grew before, would deserve better of mankind, and do more essential service to his country, than the whole race of politicians put together." Topic: Agriculture
Author: Jonathan Swift
Ambition often puts men upon doing the meanest offices, so climbing is performed in the same position with creeping. Topic: Ambition
Author: Jonathan Swift
She wears her clothes as if they were thrown on her with a pitchfork. Topic: Apparel
Author: Jonathan Swift
How we apples swim. Topic: Apples
Author: Jonathan Swift
There's none so blind as they that won't see. Topic: Blind
Author: Jonathan Swift
There's none so blind as they that won't see. Topic: Blindness
Author: Jonathan Swift
Censure is the tax a man pays to the public for being eminent. Topic: Censure
Author: Jonathan Swift
Nothing is so hard for those who abound in riches to conceive how others can be in want. Topic: Charity
Author: Jonathan Swift
A nice man is a man of nasty ideas. Topic: Chastity
Author: Jonathan Swift
Complaint is the largest tribute Heaven receives. Topic: Complaint
Author: Jonathan Swift
Faith, that's as well said as if I had said it myself. Topic: Conceit
Author: Jonathan Swift
I warrant you lay abed till the cows came home. Topic: Cows
Author: Jonathan Swift
Lord, Madame, I have fed like a farmer; I shall grow as fat as a porpoise. Topic: Eating
Author: Jonathan Swift
They say fingers were made before forks, and hands before knives. Topic: Eating
Author: Jonathan Swift
Bread is the staff of life. Topic: Eating
Author: Jonathan Swift
Never sleeping, still awake, Pleasing most when most I speak; The delight of old and young, Though I speak without a tongue. Nought but one thing can confound me, Many voices joining round me, Then I fret, and rave, and gabble, Like the labourers of Babel.