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“The incarnation took all that properly belongs to our humanity and delivered it back to us, redeemed. All of our inclinations and appetites and capacities and yearnings are purified and gathered up and glorified by Christ. He did not come to thin out human life; He came to set it free. All the dancing and feasting and processing and singing and building and sculpting and baking and merrymaking that belong to us, and that were stolen away into the service of false gods, are returned to us in the gospel.”
― Thomas Howard

“All life is a jest, Imhotep - and it is death who laughs last. Do you not hear it at every feast? Eat, drink and be merry, for tomorrow you die.”
― Agatha Christie, Death Comes as the End

“Then, Peter caught the smirk between Cenehard and Eleanor. He blushed, turning a rosier color than Eleanor had. This caused all of the Dwarves, who were naturally merry people, to nearly drop to the floor rolling with laughter. In an attempt to change the subject, Peter leaned back in his chair and proclaimed in a loud voice, "Man, I am stuffed. Good cook--"
He leaned back a little bit too far and fell right out of the chair. His face turned redder still, and he jumped up, grabbing Evangeline's plate, which she had been happily and heartily eating from, and ran off saying, "I really ought to bring Edith her dinner!”
― Isabella Auer, Daughter of Kings

“Where does our laughter travel to?

Does it search out monkeys in the zoo?
Or settle on the heart like dew?
Or cling to lip-glossed smiles on me and you?

Does it hang around throughout the day?
Or spread its wings and fly away?
Or gather-in like puffy clouds of gray?

Perhaps it hooks a rainbow’s end
And melts to make the colors blend.
Or paints a happy face upon a friend.

Does it turn to stardust when it’s late?
Or in a windstorm, circulate?
Or does it simply fade and dissipate?

What is our laughter’s merrymaking fate?”
― Richelle E. Goodrich, A Heart Made of Tissue Paper

“IF YOU LOVE CHRISTMAS THIS MUCH, JUST MERRY IT!”
― Lynn Byk, The Fearless Moral Inventory of Elsie Finch

“Laugh now, and laugh hard. For laughter is the bell. And when it rings, it cleanses the air.”
― Michael Bassey Johnson, These Words Pour Like Rain