But I, who am of lighter mood, Will laugh to flee away.' For who would trust the seeming sighs Of wife or paramour?

I flee who chases me and chase who flees me.

Follies and nonsense, whims and inconsistencies do divert me, I own, and I laugh at them whenever I can.

“I’m laughing now and I’m glad I can laugh. It’s good to be able to look back and laugh at your problems."

Every step closer to my soul excites the scornful laughter of my devils, those cowardly ear-whisperers and poison-mixers. It was easy for them to laugh, since I had to do strange things.

I have never been joyful, and yet it has always seemed as if joy were my constant companion, as if the buoyant jinn of joy danced around me, invisible to others but not to me, whose eyes shone with delight. Then when I walk past people, happy-go-lucky as a god, and they envy me because of my good fortune, I laugh, for I despise people, and I take my revenge. I have never wished to do anyone an injustice, but I have always made it appear as if anyone who came close to me would be wronged and injured. Then when I hear others praised for their faithfulness, their integrity, I laugh, for I despise people, and I take my revenge. My heart has never been hardened toward anyone, but I have always made it appear, especially when I was touched most deeply, as if my heart were closed and alien to every feeling. Then when I hear others lauded for their good hearts, see them loved for their deep, rich feelings, then I laugh, for I despise people and take my revenge. When I see myself cursed, abhorred, hated for my coldness and heartlessness, then I laugh, then my rage is satisfied. The point is that if the good people could make me be actually in the wrong, make me actually do an injustice-well, then I would have lost.

The monster London laugh at me.

People laugh at me because I am different;
I laugh at people cause they are all the same.

The Scroll Marked VII I will laugh at the world.

So I spit back at you, Huelsenbeck
But where you spit venom, I spit art
I laugh at you -- HA HA --
I laugh at you

Every step closer to my soul excites the scornful laughter of my devils, those cowardly ear-whisperers and poison-mixers.

They laugh at me because I'm different; I laugh at them because they're all the same.

When Fortune smiles, I smile to think
How quickly she will frown.

I still get laughed at but it doesn't bother me, I'm just so glad to hear laughter around me.