Our Laughter Is Always The Laughter Of

The Only Cure For Vanity Is Laughter. And The Only Fault That's Laughable Is Vanity.

For Life Is Tendency, And The Essence Of A Tendency Is To Develop In The Form Of A Sheaf, Creating, By Its Very Growth, Divergent Directions Among Which Its Impetus Is Divided.

Art Has No Other Object Than To Set Aside The Symbols Of Practical Utility, The Generalities That Are Conventionally And Socially Accepted, Everything In Fact Which Masks Reality From Us, In Order To Set Us Face To Face With Reality Itself.

There Are Manifold Tones Of Mental Life, Or, In Other Words, Our Psychic Life May Be Lived At Different Heights, Now Nearer To Action, Now Further Removed From It, According To The Degree Of Our Attention To Life.

Laughter Is, Above All, A Corrective. Being Intended To Humiliate, It Must Make A Painful Impression On The Person Against Whom It Is Directed. By Laughter, Society Avenges Itself For The Liberties Taken With It. It Would Fail In Its Object If It Bore The Stamp Of Sympathy Or Kindness.