Winter, and winter, and winter
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day
To the last syllable of recorded weather;
And all our snowstorms have allowed others
A way to shovel drifts. Out, out, you mildness!
Winter’s but a walking shadow, just boring weather,
That struts and frets its months upon the calendar,
And then gives way to spring. It is a tale
Told by a weatherman, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.

From The Adventures of Robin Hood by Howard Pyle read by Simon Vance.

You who so plod amid serious things that you feel it shame to give yourself up even for a few short moments to mirth and joyousness in the land of Fancy; you who think that life hath nought to do with innocent laughter that can harm no one; these pages are not for you.
~ Howard Pyle

Humor is just another defense against the universe.

~ Mel Brooks

So, when people reach an accord do they celebrate by playing the accordion?

The trouble is that even if you have duct tape on your mouth, your fingers can still type.