Progress was all right. Only it went on too long. – James Thurber
There are two kinds of light – the glow that illumines, and the glare that obscures. – James Thurber
Progress was all right. Only it went on too long. – James Thurber
There are two kinds of light – the glow that illumines, and the glare that obscures. – James Thurber
All men kill the thing they hate, too, unless, of course, it kills them first. – James Thurber
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. – James Thurber