A jest breaks no bones

Life is a jest, and all things show it, I thought so once, and now I know it

Of all the griefs that harass the distressed, sure the most bitter is a scornful jest

The tongue has no bones, yet it breaks bones

Be fond of the man who jests at his scars, if you like; but never believe he is being on the level with you.

In sovereignty there are no gradations