Somebody 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 THURBERFor one thing, she pronounced flowers ‘flars’ and I couldn’t let it slide.
More James Thurber Quotes
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Reason is 6/7 of treason.
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I never quite know when I’m not writing. Sometimes my wife comes up to me at a party and says, “Dammit, Thurber, stop writing.” She usually catches me in the middle of a paragraph.
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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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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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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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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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Looks can be deceiving; it’s eating that’s believing.
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I think that maybe if women and children were in charge we would get somewhere.
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All men should strive to learn before they die, what they are running from, and to, and why.
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Man is troubled by what might be called the Dog Wish, a strange and involved compulsion to be as happy and carefree as a dog.
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There is no exception to the rule that every rule has an exception.
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Nowadays men lead lives of noisy desperation.
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Sixty minutes of thinking of any kind is bound to lead to confusion and unhappiness.
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Unless artists can remember what it was to be a little boy, they are only half complete as artist and as man.
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There are two kinds of light – the glow that illuminates, and the glare that obscures.
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