Humor e Ironia

I never climbed any ladder: I have achieved eminence by sheer gravitation.

Success didn't spoil me; I've always been insufferable.

If at first you don't succeed, try, try again. Then quit. No use being a damn fool about it.

The sooner we get rid of losing, the happier everyone will be.

He was as successful as a celluloid dog chasing an asbestos cat through hell.

You'll find as you go through life that great depth and smouldering sexuality don't always win, I'm sorry to say.

Do not take life too seriously. You'll never get out of it alive.

No problem is insoluble given a big enough plastic bag.

He that first cries out "Stop thief!", is often he that has stolen the treasure.

When you say that you agree to a thing in principle you mean that you have not the slightest intention of carrying it out in practice.

Total absence of humor renders life impossible.

Silly things do cease to be silly if they are done by sensible people in an impudent way.

The wit makes fun of other persons; the satirist makes fun of the world; the humorist makes fun of himself.

I like a man who grins when he fights.

Imagination was given to man to compensate him for what he is not; a sense of humor to console him for what he is.

I can usually judge a fellow by what he laughs at.

Although he knew who he was; although he was aware of his celebrity, he always took it with humor and always laughed at it and at himself.

He loved Jewish jokes. I have told him many, and the thing I wish most is that I would have a record in which I could capture Einstein's laughter when he heard a good Jewish joke. His laughter sounded something like the bark of a contented seal. It was a very strange sound.

When something struck him as funny, his eyes twinkled merrily and he laughed with his whole being… He was ready for humor.

I am content in my later years. I have kept my good humor and take neither myself nor the next person seriously.

I’m doing just fine, considering that I have triumphantly survived Nazism and two wives.

I have now been promoted to an “evil monster” in Germany, and all my money has been taken away from me. But I console myself with the thought that the latter would soon be gone, anyway.

Funny people, these Germans. To them I am a stinking flower, yet they make me into a boutonniere time and time again.

Like the man in the fairytale who turned everything he touched into gold, so with me everything is turned into newspaper clamor.