We neither laugh alone, nor weep alone, why then should we pray alone?
Whenever I want to laugh, I read a wonderful book, ‘Children’s Letters to God.’ You can open it anywhere. One I read recently said, ‘Dear God, thank you for the baby brother, but what I prayed for was a puppy.’
If evil be spoken of you and it be true, correct yourself, if it be a lie, laugh at it.
A laugh costs too much when bought at the expense of virtue.
My great hope is to laugh as much as I cry; to get my work done and try to love somebody and have the courage to accept the love in return.
Perhaps travel cannot prevent bigotry, but by demonstrating that all peoples cry, laugh, eat, worry, and die, it can introduce the idea that if we try and understand each other, we may even become friends.
I could fall in love with a sumo wrestler if he told stories and made me laugh. Obviously, it would be easier if someone was African-American and lived next door and went to the same church. Because then I wouldn’t have to translate.
We are not here to laugh.
A laugh, to be joyous, must flow from a joyous heart, for without kindness, there can be no true joy.
Do not laugh much or often or unrestrainedly.