Dorothy ParkerThere's a hell of a distance between wise-cracking and wit. Wit has truth in it; wise-cracking is simply calisthenics with words.", Summer 1956]
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Groucho Marx said: “There’s a hell of a distance between wise-cracking and wit. Wit has truth in it; wise-cracking is simply calisthenics with words.” The key word here is “wisdom”, as the definition of wit would be to use words that are used precisely and meaningfully. Wise-cracking, on the other hand, is not only the opposite of wit but is also completely devoid of any meaning whatsoever.
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