Satire

"SATIRE, n. An obsolete kind of literary composition in which the vices and follies of the author's enemies were expounded with imperfect tenderness. In this country satire never had more than a sickly and uncertain existence, for the soul of it is wit, wherein we are dolefully deficient, the humor that we mistake for it, like all humor, being tolerant and sympathetic. Moreover, although Americans are "endowed by their Creator" with abundant vice and folly, it is not generally known that these are reprehensible qualities, wherefore the satirist is popularly regarded as a soul-spirited knave, and his ever victim's outcry for codefendants evokes a national assent."

"Unless a love of virtue light the flame, Satire is, more than those he brands, to blame; He hides behind a magisterial air His own offences, and strips others' bare."

"Why should we fear; and what? The laws? They all are armed in virtue's cause; And aiming at the self-same end, Satire is always virtue's friend."

"Satire well applied, is the medicine of the mind."

"There are two kinds of humor. One kind that makes us chuckle about our foibles and our shared humanity -- like what Garrison Keillor does. The other kind holds people up to public contempt and ridicule -- that's what I do. Satire is traditionally the weapon of the powerless against the powerful. I only aim at the powerful. When satire is aimed at the powerless, it is not only cruel -- it's vulgar."

"Satirists, be careful. In the 1931 film by René Clair À Nous la Liberté a song says, "Work is freedom." In 1940 the sign on the gates to Auschwitz said: "Albeit macht frei (“Work makes you free.”)""

"Political satire became obsolete when Henry Kissinger was awarded the Nobel Peace Prize."

"Now, as I understand it, the bards were feared. They were respected, but more than that they were feared. If you were just some magician, if you'd pissed off some witch, then what's she gonna do, she's gonna put a curse on you, and what's gonna happen? Your hens are gonna lay funny, your milk's gonna go sour, maybe one of your kids is gonna get a hare-lip or something like that — no big deal. You piss off a bard, and forget about putting a curse on you, he might put a satire on you. And if he was a skilful bard, he puts a satire on you, it destroys you in the eyes of your community, it shows you up as ridiculous, lame, pathetic, worthless, in the eyes of your community, in the eyes of your family, in the eyes of your children, in the eyes of yourself, and if it's a particularly good bard, and he's written a particularly good satire, then three hundred years after you're dead, people are still gonna be laughing, at what a twat you were."

"It is a pretty mocking of the life."

"Satire is a kind of glass, wherein beholders do generally discover everybody's face but their own."

"Satire, by being levelled at all, is never resented for an offence by any."

"A good satirist never pauses to worry about angering the citizenry."

"Satire is what closes on Saturday night."

"Difficile est satiram non scribere."

"Men are more satirical from vanity than from malice."

"Satire should, like a polished razor keen, Wound with a touch that's scarcely felt or seen. Thine is an oyster knife, that hacks and hews; The rage but not the talent to abuse."

"I wear my Pen as others do their Sword. To each affronting sot I meet, the word Is Satisfaction: straight to thrusts I go, And pointed satire runs him through and through."

"Damn with faint praise, assent with civil leer, And without sneering, teach the rest to sneer; Willing to wound, and yet afraid to strike, Just hint a fault, and hesitate dislike; Alike reserv'd to blame, or to commend, A tim'rous foe, and a suspicious friend."

"Satire or sense, alas! Can Sporus feel? Who breaks a butterfly upon a wheel?"

"There are, to whom my satire seems too bold; Scarce to wise Peter complaisant enough, And something said of Chartres much too rough."

"Satire's my weapon, but I'm too discreet To run amuck and tilt at all I meet."

"La satire ment sur les gens de lettres pendant leur vie, et l'éloge ment après leur mort."