He's the sort of guy that gets a laugh out of people.

The happy man in this life needs friends.

Here come your pride and joy
The comic little drunk you call your boy,
Making everybody smile

The man who laughs has simply not yet had the terrible news.

It's a cartoon. Relax.

Happy is the man who has broken the chains which hurt the mind, and has given up worrying once and for all.

A man can laugh while he suffers.

You sharpen your ideas by reducing yourself to the level of the people you are with and a sense of humour and a complete relaxation, even when you’re discussing serious things, does help to mobilise friends around you. And I love that.

In comedy laughter settles all arguments.

Like all solitary persons he had invested friendship with a divine glamour: he imagined that the people he passed on the street, laughing together and embracing when they parted, the people who dined together with so many smiles, you will scarcely believe me, but he imagined that they were extracting from all that congeniality great store of satisfaction.

Friends humor and flatter us, they steal our time, they encourage our love of ease, they make us content with ourselves, they are the foes of our virtue and our glory.

With mirth and laughter let old wrinkles come.

He had the open, cheerful, rather self-satisfied countenance of someone upon whom life had made very few demands.

Now true humor begins when a man ceases to take himself seriously.