Our brains our seventy year clocks, the angel of life winds them up on >>
Memories, imagination, old sentiments, and associations are more readi >>
I firmly believe that if the whole material medical could be sunk to t >>
For my own part I think no innocent species of wit or pleasantry shoul >>
A man who could make so vile a pun would not scruple to pick a pocket. >>
A pun is not bound by the laws which limit nicer wit. It is a pistol l >>
People who make puns are like wanton boys that put coppers on the railroad tracks. They amuse themselves and other children, but their little trick may upset a freight train of conversation for the sake of a battered witticism.