In laughter we always find an unavowed intention to humiliate and consequently to correct our neighbour.

The only cure for vanity is laughter, and the only fault that is laughable is vanity.

It seems that laughter needs an echo.

Sex appeal is the keynote of our civilization.

When we make the cerebral state the beginning of an action, and in no sense the condition of a perception, we place the perceived images of things outside the image of our body, and thus replace perception within the things themselves.

In its entirety, probably, it follows us at every instant; all that we have felt, thought and willed from our earliest infancy is there, leaning over the present which is about to join it, pressing against the portals of consciousness that would fain leave it outside.