Satirist Quotes

Dorothy Parker

Samuel Butler (poet)

Joseph Hall

John Kendrick Bangs

John Wolcot

John Wells (satirist)

Mikhail Zhvanetsky

He that complies against his will.
Is of his own opinion still.

Samuel Butler (poet)

Our homeland is the whole world. Our law is liberty. We have but one thought, revolution in our hearts.

We enjoyed…his slyness. He mastered the art of walking backward into the future. He would say 'After me'. And some people went ahead, and some went behind, and he would go backward.

Of Mikhail Gorbachev

Mikhail Zhvanetsky

Wagamama. Text messaging aficionados might like to note that this is one of the most satisfying words you can possibly type.

Danny Wallace (humorist)

The old man dance, where I tense up, shuffle my feet intermittently, complain about the music volume, and sit down for a rest.

David Thorne (writer)

The emperor is naked!" The parade stopped. The emperor paused. A hush fell over the crowd, until one quick-thinking peasant shouted: "No, he isn't. The emperor is merely endorsing a clothing-optional lifestyle!

James Finn Garner

Infantilism is possibly the hallmark of our generation.

John Wells (satirist)

There are three things which are real: God, human folly, and laughter. Since the first two pass our comprehension, we must do what we can with the third.

Journalism could be described as turning one's enemies into money.

Craig Brown (satirist)

All the art of Imitation,
Is pilf'ring from the first creation.

Misery loves company, particularly when she is herself the hostess, and can give generously of her stores to others.

John Kendrick Bangs

It is hard to look up to a leader who keeps his ear to the ground.

Thus every dog at last will have his day -
He who this morning smiled, at night may sorrow;
The grub today's a butterfly tomorrow.

We were all imitative. We all wandered in after Miss Edna St. Vincent Millay. We were all being dashing and gallant, declaring we weren't virgins, whether we were or not.

The historian's one task is to tell the thing as it happened.

Revenge commonly hurts both the offerer and sufferer; as we see in a foolish bee, which in her anger invenometh the flesh and loseth her sting, and so lives a drone ever after.

What's not devoured by Time's devouring hand?
Where's Troy, and where's the Maypole in the Strand?