Idleness of the mind is much worse than that of the body: wit, without employment, is a disease — the rust of the soul, a plague, a hell itself.
Our country is now taking so steady a course as to show by what road it will pass to destruction, to wit: by consolidation of power first, and then corruption, its necessary consequence.
Better a witty fool than a foolish wit.
Brevity is the soul of wit.
The well of true wit is truth itself.
When the green woods laugh with the voice of joy,
And the dimpling stream runs laughing by;
When the air does laugh with our merry wit,
And the green hill laughs with the noise of it.
Wit is well-bred insolence.