A Quote by W. Somerset Maugham

Impropriety is the soul of wit. — © W. Somerset Maugham
Impropriety is the soul of wit.
By wit we search divine aspect above, By wit we learn what secrets science yields, By wit we speak, by wit the mind is rul'd, By wit we govern all our actions; Wit is the loadstar of each human thought, Wit is the tool by which all things are wrought.
Jesus and Shakespeare are fragments of the soul, and by love I conquer and incorporate them in my own conscious domain. His virtue,--is not that mine? His wit,--if it cannot be made mine, it is not wit.
Wit is artificial; humor is natural. Wit is accidental; humor is inevitable. Wit is born of conscious effort; humor, of the allotted ironies of fate. Wit can be expressed only in language; humor can be developed sufficiently in situation.
Digression is the soul of wit.
Brevity is the soul of wit.
The Great slight the men of wit, who have nothing but wit; the men of wit despise the Great, who have nothing but greatness; the good man pities them both, if with greatness or wit they have not virtue.
Wit is something more than a gymnastic trick of the intellect; true wit implies a beam of thought into the essence of a question, a flash that lights up a situation. Wit suggests the delicate but delightful play of a rapier in the hands of a master.
Wit,--the pupil of the soul's clear eye.
What is an epigram? A dwarfish whole, its body brevity, and wit its soul.
Brevity may be the soul of wit, but not when someone's saying "I love you.
What is a epigram? A dwarfish whole. Its body brevity, and wit its soul.
[S]ince brevity is the soul of wit, And tediousness the limbs and outward flourishes, I will be brief.
Traveling around is what I Like to Do. Me And my boy Arab we live on the road. Doing shows is what I love to do. I put my heart and soul on the track and I Love the response I get. Performing wit UNK? Mane daz a dream come true. He's one of my favorite artist and Inspirations. So when they said Soulja Boy you got a show wit UNK man. Im like Walk It Out UNK? LETS GO!
What impropriety or limit can there be in our grief for a man so beloved?.
A woman once fallen will shrink from no impropriety.
The writings of women are always cold and pretty like themselves. There is as much wit as you may desire, but never any soul.
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