Laughter springs from the lawless part of our nature.

Wit is the salt of conversation, not the food, and few things in the world are more wearying than a sarcastic attitude towards life.

There is nothing in the world so incomprehensible as the joke we do not see.

We are tethered to our kind, and may as well join hands in the struggle.

While art may instruct as well as please, it can nevertheless be true art without instructing, but not without pleasing.

It is in his pleasure that a man really lives; it is from his leisure that he constructs the true fabric of self.

For indeed all that we think so new to-day has been acted over and over again, a shifting comedy, by the women of every century.