The true touchstone of wit is the impromptu.

At least it's better to be married than to be dead.

No reason makes it right To shun accepted ways from stubborn spite; And we may better join the foolish crowd Than cling to wisdom, lonely though unbowed.

You have but to hold forth in cap and gown, and any gibberish becomes learning, all nonsense passes for sense.

Each day my reason tells me so; But reason doesn't rule in love, you know.

And with his arms crossed he looks pityingly down from his spiritual height on everything that anyone says.

I would like to be like my father and all the rest of my ancestors who never married.