It seems that laughter needs an echo.

The present contains nothing more than the past, and what is found in the effect was already in the cause.

Men do not sufficiently realize that their future is in their own hands. Theirs is the task of determining first of all whether they want to go on living or not. Theirs is the responsibility, then, for deciding if they want merely to live, or intend to make just the extra effort required for fulfilling, even on this refractory planet, the essential function of the universe, which is a machine for the making of gods.

Sex-appeal is the keynote of our whole civilization.

Laughter is the corrective force which prevents us from becoming cranks.

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

In just the same way the thousands of successive positions of a runner are contracted into one sole symbolic attitude, which our eye perceives, which art reproduces, and which becomes for everyone the image of a man who runs.