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. – James Thurber
I was seized by the stern hand of Compulsion, that dark, unseasonable Urge that impels women to clean house in the middle of the night. – James Thurber
The story of Harold Ross, the New Yorker and me is a mere footnote to the story of our time, and we might as well face the truth that to researchers of the future, poking about among the ruins of time, we shall all be tiny glitters. But then, so are diamonds. – James Thurber
Let us not look back in anger, nor forward in fear, but around in awareness. – James Thurber