The cold Duke was afraid of Now, for Now has warmth and urgency, and Then is dead and buried. - James Thurber

There was an old coddle so molly,
He talked in a glot that was poly,
His gaws were so gew
That his laps became dew,
And he ate only pops that were lolly.

I think that maybe if women and children were in charge we would get somewhere.

The wit makes fun of other persons; the satirist makes fun of the world; the humorist makes fun of himself, but in so doing, he identifies himself with people – that is, people everywhere, not for the purpose of taking them apart, but simply revealing their true nature.