But who was the wittiest? Well, Shakespeare might be impossible to beat but putting the Bard aside for the time being, let’s take a look at a few of the contenders.
The other day I entered Will Rogers into the competition. Love that guy. Today… Oscar Wilde.
All women become like their mothers. That is their tragedy. No man does. That’s his.
I am not young enough to know everything.
Always forgive your enemies – nothing annoys them so much.
Of course Wilde seemed to crank them out in a way that makes him, at least in my book, a top 5 person to dine with from history – he was just that keen. Of course, I am sure that he was alos most probably the type of dinner guest who got booted from many a gathering as a result of his whetted tongue. Fun if you are at the dinner table while it’s happening; tragic if you are at the dinner table when it’s aimed at you.
I am so clever that sometimes I don’t understand a single word of what I am saying.
Every saint has a past and every sinner has a future.
Whenever people agree with me I always feel I must be wrong.
Of course, there are many times, I hope he is wrong as well.
The basis of optimism is sheer terror.
It is better to be beautiful than to be good. But… it is better to be good than to be ugly.
One can always be kind to people about whom one cares nothing.
There is only one thing in life worse than being talked about, and that is not being talked about.
How can we not tip our hat?