Nature designed us to be of good cheer.
Literature, like a gypsy, to be picturesque, should be a little ragged.
After all there is something about a wedding-gown prettier than in any other gown in the world.
Women, somehow, have the same fear of witty men as of fireworks.
As for the brandy, "nothing extenuate"; and the water, put nought in in malice.
There are some people as obtuse in recognizing an argument as they are in appreciating wit. You couldn't drive it into their heads with a hammer.