He thought he was a wit, and he was half right.

In all thy humors, whether grave or mellow, Thou'rt such a touchy, testy, pleasant fellow, hast so much wit and mirth and spleen about thee, there is no living with thee, nor without thee

Wit is the fetching of congruity out of incongruity

Good nature is more agreeable in conversation than wit, and gives a certain air to the countenance which is more amiable than beauty

I have often thought, says Sir Roger, it happens very well that Christmas should fall out in the middle of winter

Even a stopped clock is right twice a day.