Robert Benchley
Robert Benchley
Robert Charles Benchleywas an American humorist best known for his work as a newspaper columnist and film actor. From his beginnings at the Harvard Lampoon while attending Harvard University, through his many years writing essays and articles for Vanity Fair and The New Yorker and his acclaimed short films, Benchley's style of humor brought him respect and success during his life, from New York City and his peers at the Algonquin Round Table to contemporaries in the burgeoning film industry...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionJournalist
Date of Birth15 September 1889
CityWorcester, MA
CountryUnited States of America
A dog teaches a boy fidelity, perseverance, and to turn around three times before lying down.
Dachshunds are ideal dogs for small children, as they are already stretched and pulled to such a length that the child cannot do much harm one way or the other.
It took me fifteen years to discover I had no talent for writing, but I couldn't give it up because by that time I was too famous.
Anyone can do any amount of work, provided it isn't the work he is supposed be doing at that moment.
A boy can learn a lot from a dog: obedience, loyalty, and the importance of turning around three times before lying down.
There seems to be no lengths to which humorless people will not go to analyze humor. It seems to worry them.
Defining and analyzing humor is a pastime of humorless people.
In America there are two classes of travel - first class, and with children.
The freelance writer is a man who is paid per piece or per word or perhaps.
All that a spectator gets out of the game is fresh air, the comical articles in his program, the sight of twenty-two young men rushing about in mysterious formations, and whatever he brought in his flask.
When we think back to our forefathers, with their sedentary lives of forest-chopping, railroad-building, fortune-founding, their fox-hunting and Indian taming, their prancing about in the mazurka and the polka, with their coattails flying and their bustles bouncing, to say nothing of their all-day sessions with the port and straight bourbon,... we must realize that we are a nation, not of neurasthenics, but of sissies and slow-motion sports.
There is no such place as Budapest. Perhaps you are thinking of Bucharest, and there is no such place as Bucharest, either.
You might think that after thousands of years of coming up too soon and getting frozen, the crocus family would have had a little sense knocked into it.
The wise man thinks once before he speaks twice.