Wit may prompt a laughing fit, and yet omit truth’s needed hit.

Veracity is the soul of wit — and brevity.

We live by our wit, but we die with no snarky remarks at all.

At wit’s ends find the words of friends.

Sell with euphemisms, buy with witticisms.

Brevity is the sole, heel, vamp, quarter, big toe, wagging tongue and winking eyelet of wit — except when it is not.

A half-wit is better than a whole twit.

A repartee a day keeps wit in play, and a pun amps up the fun.

The household wit has three low muses: bawdy, naughty, and potty.

Wit’s cuts and thrusts sunder; love’s sutures and salves mend the blunder.


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