Quotes
Quotes about Wit
Nothing great was ever achieved without enthusiasm.
Catch on fire with enthusiasm and people will come for miles to watch you burn.
Zeal without knowledge is fire without light.
Knowledge is power, but enthusiasm pulls the switch.
With that malignant envy which turns pale, And sickens, even if a friend prevail.
Envy's a sharper spur than pay: No author ever spar'd a brother; Wits are gamecocks to one another.
We make ourselves fools to disport ourselves And spend our flatteries to drink those men Upon whose age we void it up again With poisonous spite and envy.
Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon, Who is already sick and pale with grief That thou her maid art far more fair than she. Be not her maid, since she is envious. Her vestal livery is but sick and green, And none but fools do wear it. Cast it off.
Base envy withers at another's joy, And hates that excellence it cannot reach.
What is an epigram? a dwarfish whole, Its body brevity, and wit its soul.
Acon his right, Leonilla her left eye Doth want; yet each in form, the gods out-vie. Sweet boy, with thine, thy sister's sight improved: So shall she Venus be, thou God of Love. [Lat., Lumine Acon dextre,--capta est Leonilla sinistre, Et potis est forma vincere uterque dees: Blande puer, lumen quod habes concede sorori, Sic tu caecus Amor, sic erit illa Venus.]
This picture, plac'd the busts between Gives Satire all its strength; Wisdom and Wit are little seen While Folly glares at length.
Unlike my subject, I will make my song. It shall be witty, and it shan't be long.
What's this that myrrh doth still smell in thy kiss, And that with thee no other odour is? 'Tis doubt, my Postumus, he that doth smell So sweetly always, smells not very well.
I could do without your face, and your neck, and your hands, and your limbs, and your bosom, and other of your charms. Indeed, not to fatigue myself with enumerating each of them, I could do without you, Chloe, altogether.
Do you wonder for what reason, Theodorus, notwithstanding your frequent requests and importunities, I have never presented you with my works? I have an excellent reason; it is lest you should present me with yours.
Thou art so witty, profligate and thin, At once we think thee Satan, Death and Sin.
Loe here the precious dust is layd; Whose purely-temper'd clay was made So fine that it the guest betray'd. Else the soule grew so fast within, It broke the outward shall of sinne And so was hatch'd a cherubin.
This Mirabeau's work, then is done. He sleeps with the primeval giants. He has gone over to the majority: "Abiit ad plures."
Ere sin could blight or sorrow fade, Death came with friendly care; The opening bud to Heaven conveyed, And bade it blossom there.
The defect of equality is that we only desire it with our superiors.
The wisdom of man never yet contrived a system of taxation that would operate with perfect equality.
There can be no equality or opportunity if men and women and children be not shielded in their lives from the consequences of great industrial and social processes which they cannot alter, control, or singly cope with.".
There is no saint without a past, and no sinner without a future.
If I have erred, I err in company with Abraham Lincoln.
