"...the works of artists in clay, marble, and iron, and on canvas are enduring, and eagerly sought for. But the most wonderful of all, the power of the human voice, goes to the winds and is lost forever."

"The Angel ended, and in Adam's ear So charming left his voice, that he awhile Thought him still speaking, still stood fix'd to hear."

"She has the sort of voice that looks as good when it gets up in the morning as it does when heard under ideal conditions."

"If there was a lot of emotion in my voice today, it's because we've all been waiting for this day for a long time. It felt so great, … the people at this company are doing the best work of their lives, the best work that Apple has ever done."

"His voice no touch of harmony admits, Irregularly deep, and shrill by fits. The two extremes appear like man and wife Coupled together for the sake of strife."

"The devil hath not, in all his quiver's choice, An arrow for the heart like a sweet voice."

"His eye begets occasion for his wit; For every object that the one doth catch, The other turns to a mirth-moving jest."

"Rudeness is a sauce to his good wit, Which gives men stomach to digest his words, With better appetite."

"I am not only witty in myself, but the cause that wit is in other men."

"They have a plentiful lack of wit."

"Since brevity is the soul of wit, And tediousness the limbs and outward flourishes, I will be brief."

"Make the doors upon a woman's wit and it will out at the casement; shut that and 'twill out at the key-hole; stop that, 'twill fly with the smoke out at the chimney."

"You have a nimble wit; I think it was made of Atalanta's heels."

"Wit involves describing the world as it actually is. You experience a release of tension when you notice a glitch. Something was off-kilter, and now you see what it was. The elephant in the room has been named. The evil spirit has been incanted. Perceiving an incongruity in our supposedly smooth-running society provokes a shock of recognition and a concomitant burst of laughter. Wit is a critical-satirical process that can be more serious than the “humorous” label suggests."

"True wit is nature to advantage dress'd, What oft was thought, but ne'er so well expressed."

"If faith itself has different dresses worn, What wonder modes in wit should take their turn?"

"How the wit brightens! how the style refines!"

"So modest plainness sets off sprightly wit, For works may have more wit than does 'em good, As bodies perish through excess of blood."

"For wit and judgment often are at strife, Though meant each other's aid, like man and wife."

"There's a hell of a distance between wise-cracking and wit. Wit has truth in it; wise-cracking is simply calisthenics with words."

"Wit: a form of sex display."

"On peut dire que son esprit brille aux dépens de sa mèmoire."

"After all, wit is something like sunshine in a frost—very sharp, very bright, but very cold and uncomfortable."

"Lift, lift the full goblet—away with all sorrow— The circle of friendship what freedom would sever? To-day is our own, and a fig for to-morrow— Here's to the Fourth and our country forever."

"L'Abbé de Ville proposed a toast, His master, as the rising Sun: Reisbach then gave the Empress Queen, As the bright Moon and much praise won."

"Here's to our beloved George Washington, the Joshua of America, who commanded the sun and the moon to stand still—and they obeyed."

"Here's to France, the moon whose magic rays move the tides of the world."

"Here's to Great Britain, the sun that gives light to all nations of the earth."

"And he that will this health deny, Down among the dead men let him lie."

"Ho! stand to your glasses steady! 'Tis all we have left to prize. A cup to the dead already,— Hurrah for the next that dies."

"But the standing toast that pleased me most Was, "The wind that blows; the ship that goes, And the lass that loves a sailor!""

"Here's to the red of it, There's not a thread of it, No, not a shred of it, In all the spread of it, From foot to head, But heroes bled for it, Faced steel and lead for it, Precious blood shed for it, Bathing in red."

"Drink to her that each loves best, And if you nurse a flame That's told but to her mutual breast, We will not ask her name."

"Were't the last drop in the well, As I gasp'd upon the brink, Ere my fainting spirit fell, 'Tis to thee that I would drink."

"My boat is on the shore, And my bark is on the sea: But, before I go, Tom Moore, Here's a double health to thee!"

"I come from good old Boston, The home of the bean and the cod, Where Cabots speak only to Lowells, And the Lowells speak only to God."

"I am from Massachusetts, The land of the sacred cod, Where the Adamses snub the Abbotts And the Cabots walk with God."

"Some have meat but cannot eat; Some could eat but have no meat; We have meat and can all eat; Blest, therefore, be God for our meat."

"Some hae meat, and canna eat, And some wad eat that want it; But we hae meat, and we can eat, And sae the Lord be thankit."

"Here's a health to poverty; it sticks by us when all friends forsake us."

"The wind that blows, the ship that goes And the lass that loves a sailor."

"Waes-hael! for Lord and Dame! O! merry be their Dole; Drink-hael! in Jesu's name, And fill the tawny bowl."

"So on the tip of his subduing tongue All kind of arguments and question deep, All replication prompt, and reason strong, For his advantage still did wake and sleep; To make the weeper laugh, the laugher weep, He had the dialect and different skill, Catching all passions in his craft of will."

"Since word is thrall, and thought is free, Keep well thy tongue, I counsel thee."

"My tongue is the pen of a ready writer."

"Keep thy tongue from evil, and thy lips from speaking guile."

"From the strife of tongues."

"In her tongue is the law of kindness."