The wit makes fun of other persons; the satirist makes fun of the world; the humorist makes fun of himself.
JAMES THURBERHumor 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.
More James Thurber Quotes
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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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There is something about a poet which leads us to believe that he died, in many cases, as long as 20 years before his birth.
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Things have dropped from me. I have outlived certain desires; I have lost friends, some by death… others through sheer inability to cross the street.
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Women are wiser than men because they know less and understand more.
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Well, if I called the wrong number, why did you answer the phone?
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Two is company, four is a party, three is a crowd. One is a wanderer.
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I am not a cat man, but a dog man, and all felines can tell this at a glance – a sharp, vindictive glance.
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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 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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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.
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A burden in the bush is worth two on your hands.
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You might as well fall flat on your face as lean over too far backward.
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The difference between our decadence and the Russians is that while theirs is brutal, ours is apathetic.
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Beautiful things don’t ask for attention.
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Humor is emotional chaos remembered in tranquility.
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