A sneer is the weapon of the weak. Like other devils weapons, it is always cunningly ready to our hand, and there is more poison in the handle than in the point.
At the best, sarcasms, bitter irony, scathing wit, are a sort of sword-play of the mind. You pink your adversary, and he is forthwith dead; and then you deserve to be hung for it.
A true sarcasm is like a sword-stick; it appears, at first sight, to be much more innocent than it really is, till, all of a sudden, there leaps something out of itsharp and deadly and incisivewhich makes you tremble and recoil.