This is an oldie which has been travelling around the Internet for a while, but is worth preserving here. These glorious insults are from an era that valued cleverness with words; an era when the leaders of society didn’t need to use profanity or the middle finger to make their point.
He had delusions of adequacy
He has all the virtues I dislike and none of the vices I admire
He has never been known to use a word that might send a reader to the dictionary.
-William Faulkner (about Ernest Hemingway)
I didn’t attend the funeral, but I sent a nice letter saying I approved of it.
He has no enemies, but is intensely disliked by his friends.
I feel so miserable without you; it’s almost like having you here.
He is a self-made man and worships his creator.
I’ve just learned about his illness. Let’s hope it’s nothing trivial.
-Irvin S. Cobb
He is not only dull himself; he is the cause of dullness in others.
He is simply a shiver looking for a spine to run up.
In order to avoid being called a flirt, she always yielded easily.
-Charles, Count Talleyrand
He loves nature in spite of what it did to him.
Why do you sit there looking like an envelope without any address on it?
His mother should have thrown him away and kept the stork.
Some cause happiness wherever they go; others, whenever they go.
He has Van Gogh’s ear for music.
I’ve had a perfectly wonderful evening. But I’m afraid this wasn’t it.