Laughter is a sunbeam of the soul.
Laughter and tears are not separate experiences, with intervals of rest: they rush out together and it is like walking with a sword between your legs.
Laughter and tears are both responses to frustration and exhaustion, to the futility of thinking and striving anymore. I myself prefer to laugh, since there is less cleaning up to do afterward.
Laugh-and-the-whole-world-laughs-with-you type of thing.
Laugh as much as you choose, but you will not laugh me out of my opinion.
It makes living a funny joke with nobody around to laugh.
It is a strange enterprise to make respectable people laugh.[C’est une étrange entreprise que celle de faire rire les honnêtes gens.]
How is there laughter, how is there joy, as this world is always burning?
He laughs best who laughs at the end.
For what do we live, but to make sport for our neighbours, and laugh at them in our turn?
Cervantes smiled Spain’s chivalry away; a single laugh demolish’d the right arm of his own country.
Against the assault of laughter, nothing can stand.