You can compel fear. You can even make someone feel they’re in love if they’re isolated and dependent for long enough. But laughter is free.
Of all the logical impasses, unknowings, paradoxes, and terrors that provoke laughter, death by its finality and unsolvable mystery is paramount.
The most wasted of all days is one without laughter.
Sudden glory is the passion which maketh those grimaces called laughter.
In laughter we always find an unavowed intention to humiliate and consequently to correct our neighbour.
In the sweetness of friendship let there be laughter, and sharing of pleasures. For in the dew of little things the heart finds its morning and is refreshed.
Jazz, to me, is one of the inherent expressions of Negro life in America: the eternal tom-tom beating in the Negro soul – the tom-tom of revolt against weariness in a white world, a world of subway trains, and work, work, work; the tom-tom of joy and laughter, and pain swallowed in a smile.
The highest state is laughter.
Laughter is nothing else but sudden glory arising from some sudden conception of some eminency in ourselves, by comparison with the infirmity of others, or with our own formerly.
The house of laughter makes a house of woe.