Jonathan Swift
Jonathan Swift
Jonathan Swiftwas an Anglo-Irish satirist, essayist, political pamphleteer, poet and cleric who became Dean of St Patrick's Cathedral, Dublin...
NationalityIrish
ProfessionWriter
Date of Birth30 November 1667
CountryIreland
art people literature
Good manners is the art of making those people easy with whom we converse. Whoever makes the fewest people uneasy is the best bred in the room.
men long age
Old men and comets have been reverenced for the same reason: their long beards, and pretences to foretell events.
lying hype desire
A lie does not consist in the indirect position of words, but in the desire and intention, by false speaking, to deceive and injure your neighbour.
lying law interest
"Lawyers Are": Those whose interests and abilities lie in perverting, confounding and eluding the law.
lying father devil
Although the devil be the father of lies, he seems, like other great inventors, to have lost much of his reputation by the continual improvements that have been made upon him.
lying bears talent
Brutes find out where their talents lie; a bear will not attempt to fly.
lying excuse guarded
A lie is an excuse guarded
lying responsibility excuse
An excuse is a lie guarded.
men talent figures
It is an uncontrolled truth, that no man ever made an ill figure who understood his own talents, nor a good one who mistook them.
believe justice heaven
I have now lost my barrier between me and death; God grant I may live to be as well prepared for it, as I confidently believe her to have been! If the way to Heaven be through piety, truth, justice and charity, she is there.
lying done belief
It often happens that, if a lie be believed only for an hour, it has done its work, and there is no further occasion for it.
running book writing
If it were a rainy day, a drunken vigil, a fit of the spleen, a course of physic, sleepy Sunday, an ill run at dice, a long tailor's bill, a beggar's purse, a factious head, a hot sun, costive diet, want of books, and a just contempt for learning - but for these. . .the number of authors and of writing would dwindle away to a degree most woeful to behold.
running oil sides
The tucked-up sempstress walks with hasty strides, While streams run down her oil'd umbrella's sides.
men broomsticks mortals
Surely mortal man is a broomstick!