But satire, ever moral, ever new, Delights the reader and instructs him, too. She, if good sense refine her sterling page, Oft shakes some rooted folly of the age.
Nicolas Boileau-Despreaux (1636 - 1711)
Contributed by: Zaady
Nothing but truth is lovely, nothing fair.
Source: Epistle 9
Honor is like an island, rugged and without shores; once we have left it, we can never return.
Now two punctilious envoys, Thine and Mine Embroil the earth about a fancied line; And, dwelling much on right and much on wrong, Prove how the right is chiefly with the strong.
The wisest man is he who does not fancy that he is so at all.
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