You know you have become a grownup when you have to decide to play.
Tomfoolery risks what sincerity can’t imagine – the laughing cure.
We always carry our own weather with us, and so we are always either raining on someone’s parade or shining on their marching band.
Our prejudices plunder our pleasures.
Fun rides on the rolling river of justice: The fun stops when the crying begins, and the fun doesn’t begin again until we see to it that the causes of the crying end.
The theocratic oath: First do no doom and gloom.
Happy are the fun in heart, for they shall revel with friends at the village fete; sad our the stick-in-the-muds, for they shall be stuck in the mud along the way.
Live fast, die old and leave a beautiful child.
Divorce proof your marriage: unmercifully tease and shamelessly flirt with your own spouse.
Playfulness is the suspicion of the overriding value of workfulness.
Nonsense may become good sense anon.
A good marriage and a good root canal have this in common: they are improved under the influence of gas, or if no one has gas, by laughing anyway.
Work approaches play when we ride it arms up and palms out.
Merrymaking is cheap psychotherapy.
