Wit is a thing capable of proof.

We have but the memories of past good cheer, we have but the echoes of departed laughter. In vain we look and listen for the mirth that has died away. In vain we seek to question the gray ghosts of old-time revelers.

We cannot hope to scale great moral heights by ignoring petty obligations.

It is not easy to find happiness in ourselves, and it is not possible to find it elsewhere.

It is bad enough to be bad, but to be bad in bad taste is unpardonable.

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

People with theories of life are, perhaps, the most relentless of their kind, for no time or place is sacred from their devastating elucidations.