Quotes
Quotes about Wit
The trouble with some women is they get all excited about nothing, and then they marry him.
My mother-in-law broke up my marriage. My wife came home from work one day and found me in bed with her.
I've had the boyhood thing of being Elvis. Now I want to be with my best friend, and my best friend's my wife. Who could ask for anything more?
Some men are born with cold feet; some acquire cold feet; and some have cold feet thrust upon them.
There are three things men can do with women: love them, suffer for them, or turn them into literature.
A man is already halfway in love with any woman who listens to him.
The father who does not teach his son his duties is equally guilty with the son who neglects them.
When all thy mercies, O my God, My rising soul surveys, Transported with the view I'm lost, In wonder, love and praise.
Mercy stood in the cloud, with eye that wept Essential love.
Sweet Mercy! to the gates of Heaven This minstrel lead, his sins forgiven; The rueful conflict, the heart riven With vain endeavour, And memory of earth's bitter leaven Effaced forever.
View the whole scene, with critic judgment scan, And then deny him merit if you can. Where he falls short, 'tis Nature's fault alone Where he succeeds, the merit's all his own.
There is merit without elevation, but there is no elevation without some merit. [Fr., Il y a du merite sans elevation mais il n'y a point d'elevation sans quelque merite.]
For who would bear the whips and scorns of time, Th' oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely The pangs of despised love, the law's delay, The insolence of office, and the spurns That patient merit of th' unworthy takes, When he himself might his quietus make With a bare bodkin?
We start with gifts. Merit comes from what we make of them.
Reputation is an idle and most false imposition; oft got without merit, and lost without deserving.
Mirth, admit me of thy crew, To live with her, and live with thee, In unreprov'd pleasures free.
What should a man do but be merry? For look you how cheerfully my mother looks, and my father died within's two hours.
So the gods bless me, When all our offices have been oppressed With riotous feeders, when our vaults have wept With drunken spilth of wine, when every room Hath blazed with lights and brayed with minstrelsy, I have retired me to a wasteful cock And set mine eyes at flow.
Berowne they call him; but a merrier man, Within the limit of becoming mirth, I never spent an hour's talk withal.
With mirth and laughter let old wrinkles come, And let my liver rather heat with wine Than my heart cool with mortifying groans.
Address yourself to entertain them sprightly, And let's be red with mirth.
The glad circle round them yield their souls To festive mirth, and wit that knows no gall.
Is there not A tongue in every star that talks with man, And wooes him to be wise? nor wooes in vain; This dead of midnight is the noon of thought, And wisdom mounts her zenith with the stars.
We, the willing, led by the unknowing, are doing the impossible for the ungrateful. We have now done so much for so long with so little, we are now capable of doing anything with nothing
When force is necessary, it must be applied boldly, decisively, and completely. But one must know the limitations of force; one must know when to blend force with a manuever, the blow with an agreement.
