James Grover Thurber was an American cartoonist, author, journalist, playwright, and celebrated wit.
Born: December 8, 1894,United States
Died: November 2, 1961,United States
Humor is emotional chaos remembered in tranquility.
Early to rise and early to bed makes a male healthy and wealthy and dead.
Love is what you’ve been through with somebody.
Progress was all right. Only it went on too long.
Don’t get it right, just get it written.
All men should strive to learn before they die, what they are running from, and to, and why.
One martini is all right. Two are too many, and three are not enough.
You might as well fall flat on your face as lean over too far backward.
Old age is the most unexpected of all the things that can happen to a man.
But what is all this fear of and opposition to Oblivion? What is the matter with the soft Darkness, the Dreamless Sleep?
Well, if I called the wrong number, why did you answer the phone?
With sixty staring me in the face, I have developed inflammation of the sentence structure and definite hardening of the paragraphs.
Let us not look back in anger, nor forward in fear, but around in awareness.
We all have faults, and mine is being wicked.
You can fool too many of the people too much of the time.
Beautiful things don’t ask for attention.
It is better to know some of the questions than all of the answers.
