What are wits for unless a man uses them?
Wine can of their wits the wise beguile, Make the sage frolic, and the serious smile
Fine wits destroy themselves with their own plots, in meddling with great affairs of state.
I was actually permitting myself to experience a sickening sense of disappointment: but rallying my wits, and recollecting my principles, I at once called my sensations to order; and it was wonderful how I got over the temporary blunder-how I cleared up the mistake of supposing Mr. Rochester's movements a matter in which I had any cause to take vital interest.
Any woman who is sure of her own wits, is a match, at any time, for a man who is not sure of his own temper.
Journeys end in lovers meeting; I have spent an all but sleepless night, I have told lies and made a fool of myself, and the very air tastes like wine. I have been frightened half out of my foolish wits, but I have somehow earned this joy; I have been waiting for it for so long.
Home-keeping youth have ever homely wits.
I pity the shrimp that matches wits with you Jeeves
City wits, country humorists.
The true felicity of a lover of books is the luxurious turning of page by page, the surrender, not meanly abject, but deliberate and cautious, with your wits about you, as you deliver yourself into the keeping of the book. This I call reading.
Wine. . . moderately drunken it doth quicken a man's wits, It doth comfort the heart.
Humans are an infant species, a mere 150,000 years old. But, armed with a massive brain, we've not only survived, we've used our wits to adapt to and flourish in habitats as varied as deserts, Arctic tundra, tropical rainforests, wetlands and high mountain ranges.
In matching your wits against yourself you take on the shrewdest and wiliest antagonist you can have, and consequently a victorious outcome in this duel of wits brings a great feeling of triumph.
You have been chosen, and you must therefore use such strength and heart and wits as you have.
The dullness of the fool is the whetstone of the wits.
I assure you, you will never survive on your wits alone.
Who said it first? We don't know, but very often we find the same ideas attributed to two different people. All we can do is give you both. . . . The universe is full of magical things patiently waiting for our wits to grow sharper.
Your wits make others witty.
Violins are the lively, forward, importunate wits, that distinguish themselves by the flourishes of imagination, sharpness of repartee, glances of satire, and bear away the upper part in every consort.
So many heads so many wits.
