Jonathan Swift

1667 - 1745

A Quote by Jonathan Swift

He had been eight years upon a project for extracting sunbeams out of cucumbers, which were to be put in phials hermetically sealed, and let out to warm the air in raw inclement summers.

Jonathan Swift (1667 - 1745)

Source: Part iii. Chap. v. Voyage to Laputa.

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A Quote by Jonathan Swift on company, flattery, manners, and rest

Nothing is so great an instance of ill-manners as flattery. If you flatter all the company, you please none; if you flatter only one or two, you affront the rest.

Jonathan Swift (1667 - 1745)

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A Quote by Jonathan Swift on blindness

There's none so blind as they that won't see.

Jonathan Swift (1667 - 1745)

Source: Polite Conversation

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A Quote by Jonathan Swift

Do you think I was born in a wood to be afraid of an owl?

Jonathan Swift (1667 - 1745)

Source: Polite Conversation. Dialogue i.

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A Quote by Jonathan Swift

I won't quarrel with my bread and butter.

Jonathan Swift (1667 - 1745)

Source: Polite Conversation. Dialogue i.

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A Quote by Jonathan Swift on gold and men

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It is is men as in soils where sometimes there is a vein of gold which the owner knows not.

Jonathan Swift (1667 - 1745)

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A Quote by Jonathan Swift on clothes

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She wears her clothes as if they were thrown on with a pitchfork.

Jonathan Swift (1667 - 1745)

Source: Polite Conversation. Dialogue i.

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A Quote by Jonathan Swift

She looks as if butter wouldn't melt in her mouth.

Jonathan Swift (1667 - 1745)

Source: Polite Conversation. Dialogue i.

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A Quote by Jonathan Swift

Censure is the tax a man pays to the public for being eminent.

Jonathan Swift (1667 - 1745)

Source: Thoughts on Various Subjects.

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A Quote by Jonathan Swift on argument, books, conversation, and reading

Argument, as usually managed, is the worst sort of conversation, as in books it is generally the worst sort of reading.

Jonathan Swift (1667 - 1745)

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