Nice philosophy/ May tolerate unlikely arguments,/ But heaven admits no jest.

I am... a mushroom; On whom the dew of heaven drops now and then.

Life is a jest; and all things show it. I thought so once; but now I know it.

Haste thee, Nymph, and bring with thee Jest and youthful Jollity, Quips and Cranks and wanton Wiles, Nods and Becks and wreathed Smiles

When the philosopher's argument becomes tedious, complicated, and opaque, it is usually a sign that he is attempting to prove as true to the intellect what is plainly false to common sense

I'm too Norwegian to get very optimistic, ... But I think we've made the arguments. We consistently are in contact with commissioners. We're hopeful.