Man is the only animal that laughs and weeps; for he is the only animal that is struck with the difference between what things are and what they might of been.

When the green woods laugh with the voice of joy, And the dimpling stream runs laughing by; When the air does laugh with our merry wit, And the green hill laughs with the noise of it.

It would be argument for a week, laughter for a month, and a good jest for ever.

Like a knight in glittering armor,
Laughter
Stood up at his side.

If a rainbow makes a sound, or a flower as it grows, that was the sound of her laughter.

The incognito of an inn is one of its striking privileges.