You might as well fall flat on your face as lean over too far backward.
JAMES THURBERThe difference between our decadence and the Russians is that while theirs is brutal, ours is apathetic.
More James Thurber Quotes
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Man has gone long enough, or even too long, without being man enough to face the simple truth that the trouble with man is man.
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The most dangerous food is wedding cake.
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Humourists lead… an existence of jumpiness and apprehension. They sit on the edge of the chair of Literature. In the house of Life they have the feeling that they have never taken off their overcoats.
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Writers of comedy have outlook, whereas writers of tragedy have, according to them, insight.
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I was seized by the stern hand of Compulsion, that dark, unreasonable Urge that impels women to clean house in the middle of the night.
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There are two kinds of light – the glow that illuminates, and the glare that obscures.
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But what is all this fear of and opposition to Oblivion? What is the matter with the soft Darkness, the Dreamless Sleep?
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Boys are beyond the range of anybody’s sure understanding, at least when they are between the ages of 18 months and 90 years.
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Two is company, four is a party, three is a crowd. One is a wanderer.
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A pinch of probability is worth a pound of perhaps.
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When all things are equal, translucence in writing is more effective than transparency, just as glow is more revealing than glare.
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Progress was all right. Only it went on too long.
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The nation that complacently and fearfully allows its artists and writers to become suspected rather than respected is no longer regarded as a nation possessed with humor or depth.
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I do not have a psychiatrist and I do not want one, for the simple reason that if he listened to me long enough, he might become disturbed.
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The past is an old armchair in the attic, the present an ominous ticking sound, and the future is anybody’s guess.
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