It's no use crying over spilt evils. It's better to mop them up laughing.

In Arcady there lies a crystal spring Ring'd all about with green melodious reeds Swaying seal'd music up and down the wind. Here on its time-defaced pedestal …

O evanescent temples built of man To deities he honoured and dethroned! Earth shoots a trail of her eternal vine To crown the head that men have ceased to hono…

Of troubles know I none, Of pleasures know I many - I rove beneath the sun Without a single penny.

Life would be tragic if it weren't funny.

If you can't make it better, you can laugh at it.

Learn to laugh at your troubles and you'll never run out of things to laugh at.