Humor e Ironia

A cucumber should be well sliced, and dressed with pepper and vinegar, and then thrown out, as good for nothing.

Misce stultitiam consiliis brevem:

Parturient montes, nascetur ridiculus mus.

Words are wise men’s counters, they do but reckon by them: but they are the money of fools, that value them by the authority of an Aristotle, a Cicero, or a Thomas, or any other doctor whatsoever, if but a man.

Laughter is nothing else but sudden glory arising from some sudden conception of some eminency in ourselves, by comparison with the infirmity of others, or with our own formerly.

What female heart can gold despise?

Any man who goes to a psychiatrist should have his head examined.

The man recovered of the bite,

And the loud laugh that spoke the vacant mind.

For he himself has said it,

The meaning doesn’t matter if it’s only idle chatter of a transcendental kind.

Something lingering, with boiling oil in it, I fancy.

Awaiting the sensation of a short, sharp shock,

Here’s a how-de-doo!

Three little maids from school are we.

Modified rapture!

I can trace my ancestry back to a protoplasmal primordial atomic globule. Consequently, my family pride is something in-conceivable. I can’t help it. I was born sneering.

The idiot who praises, with enthusiastic tone,

The House of Peers, throughout the war,

A wandering minstrel I—

The Law is the true embodiment

I often think it’s comical

Forgive, O Lord, my little jokes on Thee

The louder he talked of his honour, the faster we counted our spoons.