“There is nothing more silly than a silly laugh.”

Better a sparrow, living or dead, than no birdsong at all.

Away with you, water, destruction of wine!

There is nothing more foolish than a foolish laugh.

I hate and I love. Perchance you ask why I do that. I know not, but I feel that I do and I am tortured. [Lat., Odi et amo. Quare id faciam, fortasse requiris. Nescio, sed fieri sentio et excrucior.]

Oh, this age! How tasteless and ill bred it is!

Every one has his faults: but we do not see the wallet on our own backs.

What a woman says to an eager lover, write it on running water, write it on air.

It is difficult to lay aside a confirmed passion.

The vows that woman makes to her fond lover are only fit to be written on air or on the swiftly passing stream.

Let us live, my Lesbia, and let us love. Vivamus, mea Lesbia, atque amemus

I hate and love. You ask, perhaps, how can that be? I know not, but I feel the agony.

It is difficult to suddenly give up a long love. Difficile est longum subito deponere amorem

Give up wanting to deserve any thanks from anyone, or thinking anybody can be grateful.

Give me a thousand kisses, then a hundred, then a thousand more.

Now Spring restores the balmy heat, now Zephyr’s sweet breezes calm the rage of the equinoctial sky.

I hate and I love, and who can tell me why?

And while everybody was busy laughing, what was I doing? I was laying the foundation to what I have in place now.

My buddies, we’ve always just tried to make each other laugh. I mean, just like all friends hanging out – that’s the goal.

I don’t have to come up with a ha-ha belly laugh every day, but drawings with warmth and love or ones that put a lump in the throat. That’s more important to me than a laugh.

Laughter is a bubbly, effervescent form of holiness.

Many of my cartoons are not a belly laugh. I go for nostalgia, the lump in the throat, the tear in the eye, the tug in the heart.

The mocker will not have the last laugh. You see, dancing on the grave of an extinguished Christianity is farcical at best. Because the grave is empty. And the one who knows the way out of the grave sits in the heavens and laughs.

When you meet someone, you can silently send them a blessing, wishing them happiness, joy and laughter. This kind of silent giving is very powerful.

When the kids are laughing in the audience, I tear up, I’m so happy I did a nice thing.