Of all the countless folk who have lived before our time on this planet not one is known in history or in legend as having died of laughter.

Even in laughter the heart is sorrowful; and the end of mirth is heaviness.

No man who has once heartily and wholly laughed can be altogether irreclaimably bad.

The man who cannot laugh is not only fit for treasons, stratagems, and spoils; but his whole life is already a treason and a stratagem.

While the laughter of joy is in full harmony with our deeper life, the laughter of amusement should be kept apart from it. The danger is too great of thus learning to look at solemn things in a spirit of mockery, and to seek in them opportunities for exercising wit.

Mirth is the Mail of Anguish.

One can know a man from his laugh, and if you like a man's laugh before you know anything of him, you may confidently say that he is a good man.

He is not laughed at that laughs at himself first.

If one were required to increase the dramatic seriousness of his face in relation to the seriousness of the problems he had to confront, he would quickly petrify and become his own statue.

Sudden glory is the passion which maketh those grimaces called laughter.