James Thurber

Boys are beyond the range of anybody's sure understanding, at least when they are between the ages of 18 months and 90 years.

Sophistication might be described as the ability to cope gracefully with a situation involving the presence of a formidable menace to one's poise and prestige (such as the butler, or the man under the bed - but never the husband).

The past is an old armchair in the attic, the present an ominous ticking sound, and the future is anybody's guess.

Last night I dreamed of a small consolation enjoyed only by the blind: Nobody knows the trouble I've not seen!

One martini is all right. Two are too many, and three are not enough.

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.

Let us not look back in anger, nor forward in fear, but around in awareness.

We all have faults, and mine is being wicked.

Unless artists can remember what it was to be a little boy, they are only half complete as artist and as man.

It's a naive domestic Burgundy without any breeding, but I think you'll be amused by its presumption.

I hate women because they always know where things are.

Love is the strange bewilderment that overtakes one person on account of another person.