Forgive, O Lord, my little jokes on Thee, and I’ll forgive Thy great big joke on me.
The gods too are fond of a joke.
What I’ve said before, only half in joke, is that everybody in Ireland is famous. Or, maybe better, say everybody is familiar.
See, justice is a joke in this country, and it stinks of its hypocricy.
The insular arrogance of the English character is a commonplace joke.
My life has been one great big joke, a dance that’s walked a song that’s spoke, I laugh so hard I almost choke when I think about myself.
Americans do believe in progress and there is almost certainly a kernel of truth in the joke.