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Glory to God in highest heaven, Who unto man His Son hath given; While angels sing with tender mirth, A glad new year to all the earth.
— Martin Luther
The incident had that rich savor of the ludicrous which neither pity nor charity can destroy. Unfortunately, she could not in decency share it with anybody; she could only enjoy it in lonely ecstasies of mirth.
— Dorothy Sayers
A jest breaks no bones.
— Samuel Johnson
Glory to God in highest heaven, Who unto man His Son hath given; While angels sing with tender mirth, A glad new year to all the earth.
— Martin Luther
Such strains as would have won the ear of Pluto, to have quite set free his half-regain'd Eurydice. These delights, if thou canst give, Mirth, with thee, I mean to live.
— John Milton
Where glowing embers through the room teach light to counterfeit a gloom, Far from all resort of mirth, Save the cricket on the hearth.
— John Milton
Like the creation, man's games are an expression of freedom . . . for playing relates to the joy of the creator with his creation and the pleasure of the player with his game. Like creation, games combine sincerity and mirth, suspense and relaxation. The player is wholly absorbed in his game and takes it seriously, yet at the same time he transcends himself and his game, for it is after all only a game.22
— Peter Scazzero
Humor, however broad and genial, takes a narrower view than enthusiasm.
— Henry David Thoreau
Mirth is like a flash of lightning that breaks through a gloom of clouds and glitters for a moment.
— Joseph Addison
Humor is in fact an essential element in the mirth of creation. We can see how, in many matters in our lives, God wants to prod us into taking things a bit more lightly.
— Pope Benedict XVI
Jean Prouvaire was timid only in repose. Once excited, he burst forth, a sort of mirth accentuated his enthusiasm, and he was at once both laughing and lyric.
— Victor Hugo
Why should I keep holiday / When other men have none? / Why but because, when these are gay, / I sit and mourn alone? / And why, when mirth unseals all tongues, / Should mine alone be dumb? / Ah! late I spoke to silent throngs, / And now their hour is come.
— Ralph Waldo Emerson