The innocent who could laugh with joy didn't dare to because they were sitting beside a guilty friend who didn't dare to

The old man laughed loud and joyously, shook up the details of his anatomy from head to foot, and ended by saying such a laugh was money in a man's pocket because it cut down the doctor's bills like anything

To get the full value of joy you must have someone to share it with

Innocence is a kind of insanity

I am not guilty, I am innocent.

Comparison is the death of joy.