Puns are little "plays on words" that a certain breed of person loves to spring on you and then look at you in a certain self-satisfied way to indicate that he thinks that you must think that he is by far the cleverest person on Earth now that Benjamin Franklin is dead, when in fact what you are thinking is that if this person ever ends up in a lifeboat, the other passengers will hurl him overboard by the end of the first day even if they have plenty of food and water.
Punning is a talent which no man affects to despise but he that is without it.
I think the humor of double puns is incredible.
If you compulsively pun you are called a paronomasiac.
What we really wanted to call it was 'I Rhoda Book.'
I never knew an enemy to puns who was not an ill-natured man.
The goodness of your true pun is in the direct ratio of its intolerability.
It requires genius to make a good pun - some men of bright parts can't reach it.
There is no kind of false wit which has been so recommended by the practice of all ages, as that which consists in a jingle of words, and is comprehended under the general name of punning.
Punning is an art of harmonious jingling upon words, which, passing in at the ears, excites a titillary motion in those parts; and this, being conveyed by the animal spirits into the muscles of the face, raises the cockles of the heart.
