James Thurber
James Thurber
James Grover Thurberwas an American cartoonist, author, journalist, playwright, and celebrated wit. Thurber was best known for his cartoons and short stories, published mainly in The New Yorker magazine and collected in his numerous books. One of the most popular humorists of his time, Thurber celebrated the comic frustrations and eccentricities of ordinary people. In collaboration with his college friend Elliott Nugent, he wrote the Broadway comedy The Male Animal, later adapted into a film, which starred Henry Fonda and...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionCartoonist
Date of Birth8 December 1894
CityColumbus, OH
CountryUnited States of America
Love is what you've been through with somebody.
Two is company, four is a party, three is a crowd. One is a wanderer.
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.
Reason is 6/7 of treason.
I think that maybe if women and children were in charge we would get somewhere.
I never had a dog that showed a human fear of death. Death, to a dog, is the final unavoidable compulsion, the least ineluctable scent on a fearsome trail, but they like to face it alone, going out into the woods, among the leaves, if there are any leaves when their time comes, enduring without sentimental human distraction the Last Loneliness, which they are wise enough to know cannot be shared by anyone.
Let us not look back in anger, nor forward in fear, but around in awareness.
Time is for dragonflies and angels. The former live too little and the latter live too long.
The unicorn is a mythical beast,
You might as well fall flat on your face as lean over too far backward.
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.
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
The pounding of the cylinders increased: ta-pocketa-pocketa-pocketa-pocketa-pocketa.
Why do you have to be a nonconformist like everybody else?