<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8"?><rss version="2.0"><channel><title>Satire - Maxioms.com</title><description>Quotes, Famous Quotes, Sayings, Proverbs, Maxims, Axioms, Maxioms</description><link>http://maxioms.com</link><language>en-us</language><copyright>Copyright 2026 Maxioms.com. All Rights Reserved.</copyright><item><title><![CDATA[Satire is a sort of glass, wherein beholders do generally discover everybody's face but their own. ]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://maxioms.com/maxiom/54715]]></link><description><![CDATA[Satire is a sort of glass, wherein beholders do generally discover everybody's face but their own.]]></description><guid>http://maxioms.com/maxiom/54715</guid></item><item><title><![CDATA[Satire lies about literary men while they live and eulogy lies about them when they die. [Fr., La satire ment ...]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://maxioms.com/maxiom/54716]]></link><description><![CDATA[Satire lies about literary men while they live and eulogy lies about them when they die. [Fr., La satire ment sur les gens de lettres pendant leur vie, et l'eloge ment apres leur mort.]]]></description><guid>http://maxioms.com/maxiom/54716</guid></item><item><title><![CDATA[Men are more satirical from vanity than from malice. ]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://maxioms.com/maxiom/54708]]></link><description><![CDATA[Men are more satirical from vanity than from malice.]]></description><guid>http://maxioms.com/maxiom/54708</guid></item><item><title><![CDATA[Satire should, like a polished razor keen, Wound with a touch that's scarcely felt or seen.  Thine is an ...]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://maxioms.com/maxiom/54709]]></link><description><![CDATA[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.]]></description><guid>http://maxioms.com/maxiom/54709</guid></item><item><title><![CDATA[I wear my Pen as others do their Sword. To each affronting sot I meet, the word  Is Satisfaction: ...]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://maxioms.com/maxiom/54710]]></link><description><![CDATA[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.]]></description><guid>http://maxioms.com/maxiom/54710</guid></item><item><title><![CDATA[Satire or sense, alas! Can Sporus feel? Who breaks a butterfly upon a wheel? ]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://maxioms.com/maxiom/54711]]></link><description><![CDATA[Satire or sense, alas! Can Sporus feel? Who breaks a butterfly upon a wheel?]]></description><guid>http://maxioms.com/maxiom/54711</guid></item><item><title><![CDATA[There are, to whom my satire seems too bold; Scarce to wise Peter complaisant enough,  And something said of ...]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://maxioms.com/maxiom/54712]]></link><description><![CDATA[There are, to whom my satire seems too bold; Scarce to wise Peter complaisant enough,  And something said of Chartres much too rough.]]></description><guid>http://maxioms.com/maxiom/54712</guid></item><item><title><![CDATA[Satire's my weapon, but I'm too discreet To run amuck and tilt at all I meet. ]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://maxioms.com/maxiom/54713]]></link><description><![CDATA[Satire's my weapon, but I'm too discreet To run amuck and tilt at all I meet.]]></description><guid>http://maxioms.com/maxiom/54713</guid></item><item><title><![CDATA[It is a pretty mocking of the life. ]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://maxioms.com/maxiom/54714]]></link><description><![CDATA[It is a pretty mocking of the life.]]></description><guid>http://maxioms.com/maxiom/54714</guid></item><item><title><![CDATA[And especially, especially, don't f*ck with vegans. Do not look vegans in the eye. If you get into an argument ...]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://maxioms.com/maxiom/54702]]></link><description><![CDATA[And especially, especially, don't f*ck with vegans. Do not look vegans in the eye. If you get into an argument with a vegan, say "I'm wrong", and run away as fast as you can. Do not f*ck with vegans because they will f*ck you up... BECAUSE THEY'RE HUNGRY.]]></description><guid>http://maxioms.com/maxiom/54702</guid></item><item><title><![CDATA[Why should we fear; and what? The laws? They all are armed in virtue's cause;  And aiming at the ...]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://maxioms.com/maxiom/54703]]></link><description><![CDATA[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.]]></description><guid>http://maxioms.com/maxiom/54703</guid></item><item><title><![CDATA[Unless a love of virtue light the flame, Satire is, more than those he brands, to blame;  He hides ...]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://maxioms.com/maxiom/54704]]></link><description><![CDATA[Unless a love of virtue light the flame, Satire is, more than those he brands, to blame;  He hides behind a magisterial air   He own offences, and strips others' bare.]]></description><guid>http://maxioms.com/maxiom/54704</guid></item><item><title><![CDATA[The artist, like the God of the creation, remains within or behind or beyond or above his handiwork, invisible, refined ...]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://maxioms.com/maxiom/54705]]></link><description><![CDATA[The artist, like the God of the creation, remains within or behind or beyond or above his handiwork, invisible, refined out of existence, indifferent, paring his fingernails.]]></description><guid>http://maxioms.com/maxiom/54705</guid></item><item><title><![CDATA[It is difficult not to write satire. [Lat., Difficile est satiram non scribere.] ]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://maxioms.com/maxiom/54706]]></link><description><![CDATA[It is difficult not to write satire. [Lat., Difficile est satiram non scribere.]]]></description><guid>http://maxioms.com/maxiom/54706</guid></item><item><title><![CDATA[Satire is what closes Saturday night. ]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://maxioms.com/maxiom/54707]]></link><description><![CDATA[Satire is what closes Saturday night.]]></description><guid>http://maxioms.com/maxiom/54707</guid></item><item><title><![CDATA[Damn with faint praise, assent with civil leer, And without sneering teach the rest to sneer;  Willing to wound, ...]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://maxioms.com/maxiom/50939]]></link><description><![CDATA[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.]]></description><guid>http://maxioms.com/maxiom/50939</guid></item><item><title><![CDATA[I'll publish, right or wrong: / Fools are my theme, let satire be my song. ]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://maxioms.com/maxiom/16357]]></link><description><![CDATA[I'll publish, right or wrong: / Fools are my theme, let satire be my song.]]></description><guid>http://maxioms.com/maxiom/16357</guid></item></channel></rss>