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.]
If a person is stupid, we excuse him by saying that he cannot help it; but if we attempted to excuse in precisely the same way the person who is bad, we should be laughed at.
How is there laughter, how is there joy, as this world is always burning?
He who laughs does not believe in what he laughs at, but neither does he hate it. Therefore, laughing at evil means not preparing oneself to combat it, and laughing at good means denying the power through which good is self-propagating.
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?
Every generation laughs at the old fashions, but follows religiously the new.
