What I Saw at the Revolution : A Political Life in the Reagan Era (1990), p. 179
Context: Wit penetrates; humor envelops. Wit is a function of verbal intelligence; humor is imagination operating on good nature. John Kennedy had wit, and so did Lincoln, who also had abundant humor; Reagan was mostly humor.
“The greatest fault of a penetrating wit is to go beyond the mark.”
Le plus grand défaut de la pénétration n'est pas de n'aller point jusqu'au but, c'est de le passer.
Variant translation: The greatest fault of a penetrating mind is not to fail to attain the mark but to go beyond it.
Maxim 377.
Reflections; or Sentences and Moral Maxims (1665–1678)
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Le plus grand défaut de la pénétration n'est pas de n'aller point jusqu'au but, c'est de le passer.
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“Writing, madam, is a mechanic part of wit. A gentleman should never go beyond a song or a billet.”
Act IV, sc. i
The Man of Mode (1676)
“The greatest of faults, I should say, is to be conscious of none.”
1840s, Heroes and Hero-Worship (1840), The Hero as Prophet
Detached Pages, entry for 1913
Journals 1889-1949
From "Personal View," by P. L. Travers, in the Sunday Times (London), issue 8575, December 11, 1988.
Source: "Quotes", Notebooks and Lectures on the Bible and Other Religious Texts (2003), p. 108
“I am old. I am young. I am Gwion,
I am universal, I am possessed of penetrating wit.”
A tradition about Taliesin states that he was once a boy named "Gwion".
Book of Taliesin (c. 1275?), The First Address of Taliesin
On Dramatic Poetry (1758)
“Prithee don’t screw your wit beyond the compass of good manners.”
Love's Last Shift, Act II, sc. i (1696).
“But this beyond their wit know I:
Man loves a little, and for long shall die.”
"The Greater Cats"
Kings Daughter (1929)
Context: The greater cats with golden eyes
Stare out between the bars.
Deserts are there, and the different skies,
And night with different stars.
They prowl the aromatic hill,
And mate as fiercely as they kill,
To roam, to live, to drink their fill;
But this beyond their wit know I:
Man loves a little, and for long shall die.