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

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.

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

No man ever distinguished himself who could not bear to be laughed at.

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