Art – the one achievement of man which has made the long trip up from all fours seem well advised
JAMES THURBERThe wit makes fun of other persons; the satirist makes fun of the world; the humorist makes fun of himself.
More James Thurber Quotes
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The unicorn is a mythical beast.
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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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Discussion in America means dissent.
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A burden in the bush is worth two on your hands.
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The act of writing is either something the writer dreads or actually likes, and I actually like it. Even re-writing’s fun. You’re getting somewhere, whether it seems to move or not.
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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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I have lived in the East for nearly thirty years now, but many of my books prove that I am never very far away from Ohio in my thoughts, and that the clocks that strike in my dreams are often the clocks of Columbus.
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You can fool too many of the people too much of the time.
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Humor is a serious thing. I like to think of it as one of our greatest earliest natural resources, which must be preserved at all cost.
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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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Nowadays men lead lives of noisy desperation.
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So much has already been written about everything that you can’t find out anything about it.
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One martini is all right. Two are too many, and three are not enough.
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The things we laugh at are awful while they are going on, but get funny when we look back. And other people laugh because they’ve been through it too. The closest thing to humor is tragedy.
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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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