Quotes
Quotes about Wit
A man who is contented with what he has done will never become famous for what he will do.
It is right to be contented with what we have, never with what we are.
My motto is: Contented with little, yet wishing for more.
A man who is contented with what he has done will never become famous for what he will do.
One who is contented with what he has done will never become famous for what he will do. He has lain down to die, and the grass is already over him.
The contented man can be happy with what appears to be useless.
He who cannot agree with his enemies is controlled by them.
Flow with whatever is happening and let your mind be free. Stay centered by accepting whatever you are doing. This is the ultimate.
What I do say is that no man is good enough to govern another man without that other's consent.
With good and gentle-humored hearts I choose to chat where'er I come Whate'er the subject be that starts. But if I get among the glum I hold my tongue to tell the truth And keep my breath to cool my broth.
I never, with important air, In conversation overbear. . . . . My tongue within my lips I rein; For who talks much must talk in vain.
With thee conversing I forget the way.
They would talk of nothing but high life and high-lived company, with other fashionable topics, such as pictures, taste, Shakespeare, and the musical glasses.
And when you stick on conversation's burs, Don't strew your pathway with those dreadful urs.
A single conversation across the table with a wise man is better than ten years' study of books.
With thee conversing I forget all time: All seasons and their change, all please alike.
I attribute the little I know to my not having been ashamed to ask for information, and to my rule of conversing with all descriptions of men on those topics that form their own peculiar professions and pursuits.
Conversation should be pleasant without scurrility, witty without affectation, free without indecency, learned without conceitedness, novel without falsehood.
Yet smelt roast meat, beheld a huge fire shine, And cooks in motion with their clean arms bared.
Hallo! A great deal of steam! the pudding was out of the copper. A smell like a washing-day! That was the cloth. A smell like an eating-house and a pastrycook's next door to each other, with a laundress's next door to that. That was the pudding.
If your slave commits a fault, do not smash his teeth with your fists; give him some of the (hard) biscuit which famous Rhodes has sent you.
C is for cookie, it's good enough for me; oh cookie cookie cookie starts with C.
Such is your cold coquette, who can't say "No," And won't say "Yes," and keeps you on and off-ing On a lee-shore, till it begins to blow, Then sees your heart wreck'd, with an inward scoffing.
In the School of Coquettes Madam Rose is a scholar,-- O, they fish with all nets In the School of Coquettes! When her brooch she forgets 'Tis to show her new collar; In the School of Coquettes Madam Rose is a scholar!
At length corruption, like a general flood (So long by watchful ministers withstood), Shall deluge all; and avarice, creeping on, Spread like a low-born mist, and blot the sun.
