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
Nowadays men lead lives of noisy desperation.
The animals that depend on instinct have an inherent knowledge of the laws of economics and of how to apply them; Man, with his powers of reason, has reduced economics to the level of a farce which is at once funnier and more tragic than Tobacco Road.
There are two kinds of light - the glow that illuminates, and the glare that obscures.
Humor is emotional chaos remembered in tranquility.
Boys are beyond the range of anybody's sure understanding, at least when they are between the ages of 18 months and 90 years.
One martini is all right. Two are too many, and three are not enough.
Why do you have to be a nonconformist like everybody else?
A word to the wise is not sufficient if it doesn't make sense.
He who hesitates is sometimes saved.
The wit makes fun of other persons; the satirist makes fun of the world; the humorist makes fun of himself, but in so doing, he identifies himself with people - that is, people everywhere, not for the purpose of taking them apart, but simply revealing their true nature.
A drawing is always dragged down to the level of its caption.
Sixty minutes of thinking of any kind is bound to lead to confusion and unhappiness.
If I have any beliefs about immortality, it is that certain dogs I have known will go to heaven, and very, very few persons.
All men kill the thing they hate, too, unless, of course, it kills them first.