Better lose a jest than a friend.

Humor is an affirmation of dignity, a declaration of man's superiority to all that befalls him.

A sharp sense of the ironic can be the equivalent of the faith that moves mountains. Far more quicky than reason or logic, irony can penetrate rage and puncture self-pity.

There's nothing like a gleam of humor to reassure you that a fellow human being is ticking inside a strange face.

A jest often decides matters of importance more effectually and happily than seriousness.

As for George Bush of Kennebunkport, Maine- personally I think he's further evidence that the Great Scriptwriter in the Sky has an overdeveloped sense of irony.

Of all the griefs that harass the distressed, Sure the most bitter is a scornful jest.

Humor simultaneously wounds and heals, indicts and pardons, diminishes and enlarges; it constitutes inner growth at the expense of outer gain, and those who possess and honestly practice it make themselves more through a willingness to make themselves less.

The teller of a mirthful tale has latitude allowed him. We are content with less than absolute truth.

The humorist has a good eye for the humbug; he does not always recognize the saint.