My dear,

What good’s a man who can no longer find humor is his faults and shortcomings? What good’s a man who has chosen to have only two types of faces (serious and striking), and nothing else? What good’s a man who can’t throw pie on himself and dirty up his clothes at a moments notice?

Nothing I tell you. Nothing!

When a person can no longer laugh at himself, it is time for others to laugh at him.

And let me tell you, I have a good and hearty laugh just waiting for a target. If I don’t find someone to laugh at soon, I’m going to have to find a mirror.

Falsely yours,
Thomas Stephen Szasz