I can feel a thing I cannot touch and touch a thing I cannot feel. The first is sad and sorry, the second is your heart.
JAMES THURBERI can feel a thing I cannot touch and touch a thing I cannot feel. The first is sad and sorry, the second is your heart.
JAMES THURBERBut what is all this fear of and opposition to Oblivion? What is the matter with the soft Darkness, the Dreamless Sleep?
JAMES THURBERSomebody has said that woman’s place is in the wrong. That’s fine. What the wrong needs is a woman’s presence and a woman’s touch. She is far better equipped than men to set it right.
JAMES THURBERThere is something about a poet which leads us to believe that he died, in many cases, as long as 20 years before his birth.
JAMES THURBERComedy has to be done en clair. You can’t blunt the edge of wit or the point of satire with obscurity. Try to imagine a famous witty saying that is not immediately clear.
JAMES THURBERWomen are wiser than men because they know less and understand more.
JAMES THURBERArt – the one achievement of man which has made the long trip up from all fours seem well advised
JAMES THURBERA pinch of probability is worth a pound of perhaps.
JAMES THURBERThe laughter of man is more terrible than his tears, and takes more forms -hollow, heartless, mirthless, maniacal.
JAMES THURBERThe dog has got more fun out of Man than Man has got out of the dog, for the clearly demonstrable reason that Man is the more laughable of the two animals
JAMES THURBERAmericans want to go to heaven without dying.
JAMES THURBERLove is what you’ve been through with somebody.
JAMES THURBERIf I have any beliefs about immortality, it is that certain dogs I have known will go to heaven, and very, very few persons.
JAMES THURBERBoys are beyond the range of anybody’s sure understanding, at least when they are between the ages of 18 months and 90 years.
JAMES THURBERWhen all things are equal, translucence in writing is more effective than transparency, just as glow is more revealing than glare.
JAMES THURBERA burden in the bush is worth two on your hands.
JAMES THURBER