He who laugheth too much, hath the nature of a fool; he that laugheth not at all, hath the nature of an old cat.

Big head, little wit.

It is easy to distinguish between the joking that reflects good breeding and that which is coarse—the one, if aired at an apposite moment of mental relaxation, is becoming in the most serious of men, whereas the other is unworthy of any free person, if the content is indecent or the expression obscene.

Some things are privileged from jest—namely, religion, matters of state, great persons, all men’s present business of importance, and any case that deserves pity.

Laughter almost ever cometh of things most disproportioned to ourselves and nature. Laughter hath only a scornful tickling.

I used to think that everyone was just being funny. But now I don’t know. I mean, how can you tell?

A joke is at most a temporary rebellion against virtue, and its aim is not to degrade the human being but to remind him that he is already degraded.

Jokes are grievances.

A difference of taste in jokes is a great strain on the affections.

Laughter always arises from a gaiety of disposition, absolutely incompatible with contempt and indignation.

I said of laughter, “It is mad,” and of pleasure, “What use is it?”

Jesters do oft prove prophets.

Wit enables us to act rudely with impunity.