Muster your wits; stand in your own defence.
Wits, like drunken men with swords, are apt to draw their steel upon their best acquaintances.
It would never do for me to lose my wits in the presence of a man who had none too many of his own.
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.
Many would live by their Wits, but break for want of Stock.
To experience real agony is something hard to write about, impossible to understand while it grips you; you're frightened out of your wits, can’t sit still, move, or even go decently insane.
City wits, country humorists.
He is a first-rate collector who can, upon all occasions, collect his wits.
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.
Wine can of their wits the wise beguile, Make the sage frolic, and the serious smile
O love, what strange and wonderful fits: one sole thing, one beauty alone, can give me life and deprive me of wits.
Universities incline wits to sophistry and affectation.
That's what cricket's all about: two batsmen pitting their wits against one another
To teach vain Wits that Science little known, T' admire Superior Sense, and doubt their own!
Vous eprouves trop d'emotion, Hastings, It affects your hands and your wits. Is that a way to fold a coat? And regard what you have done to my pyjamas. If the hairwash breaks what will befall them?' 'Good heavens, Poirot,' I cried, 'this is a matter of life and death. What does it matter what happens to our clothes?' 'You have no sense of proportion Hastings. We cannot catch a train earlier than the time that it leaves, and to ruin one's clothes will not be the least helpful in preventing a murder.
The troublesome ones in a family are usually either the wits or the idiots.
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.
I assure you, you will never survive on your wits alone.
The finest wits have their sediment.
Wine. . . moderately drunken it doth quicken a man's wits, It doth comfort the heart.