Most of the appearance of mirth in the world is not mirth, it is art. The wounded spirit is not seen, but walks under a disguise.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
Mirth, and even cheerfulness, when employed as remedies in low spirits, are like hot water to a frozen limb.
It is not time for mirth and laughter, the cold, gray dawn of the morning after.
Nature is not only all that is visible to the eye... it also includes the inner pictures of the soul.
All nature is but art unknown to thee.
Art is spiritual.
Art is a spirit seeking flesh but finding words.
What spirit is so empty and blind, that it cannot recognize the fact that the foot is more noble than the shoe, and skin more beautiful than the garment with which it is clothed?
Mirth is the sweet wine of human life. It should be offered sparkling with zestful life unto God.
Where the spirit does not work with the hand, there is no art.
Mirth is like a flash of lightning, that breaks through a gloom of clouds, and glitters for a moment; cheerfulness keeps up a kind of daylight in the mind, and fills it with a steady and perpetual serenity.