War! that mad game the world so loves to play. – Jonathan Swift
The power of fortune is confessed only by the miserable, for the happy impute all their success to prudence or merit. – Jonathan Swift

War! that mad game the world so loves to play. – Jonathan Swift
The power of fortune is confessed only by the miserable, for the happy impute all their success to prudence or merit. – Jonathan Swift
Invention is the talent of youth, as judgment is of age. – Jonathan Swift
He had been eight years upon a project for extracting sunbeams out of cucumbers, which were to be put into vials hermetically sealed, and let out to warm the air in raw, inclement summers. – Jonathan Swift