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

A jest breaks no bones.

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

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

Wit enables us to act rudely with impunity.