She has a memory of trees and fields and nothing more.
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James Thurber
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Boys are beyond the range of anybody's sure understanding, at least when they are between the ages of 18 months and 90 years.
In his grief over the loss of a dog, a little boy stands for the first time on tiptoe, peering into the rueful morrow of manhood. After this most inconsolable of sorrows there is nothing life can do to him that he will not be able somehow to bear.
Live life by the abc's...adventure, bravery and creativity.
Art _ the one achievement of man which has made the long trip up from all fours seem well advised
The appreciative smile, the chuckle, the soundless mirth, so important to the success of comedy, cannot be understood unless one sits among the audience and feels the warmth created by the quality of laughter that the audience takes home with it.
I'll never know the right answer for sex and marriage, sense and mirage.
You have made the moon," The Jester said. "That is the moon.
You are all a lost generation," Gertrude Stein said to Hemingway. We weren't lost. We knew where we were, all right, but we wouldn't go home. Ours was the generation that stayed up all night.
If I have any beliefs about immortality, it is that certain dogs I have known will go to heaven, and very, very few persons.
I make mistakes, but I am on the side of Good," the Golux said, "by accident and happenchance. I had high hopes of being Evil when I was two, but in my youth I came upon a firefly burning in a spider's web. I saved the victim's life.""The firefly's ?" said the minstrel."The spider's. The blinking arsonist had set the web on fire.
Humor is emotional chaos remembered in tranquility.
All human beings should try to learn before they die what they are running from, and to, and why.
Time is for dragonflies and angels. The former live too little and the latter live too long.
The past is an old armchair in the attic, the present an ominous ticking sound, and the future is anybody's guess.
It is better to know some of the questions than all of the answers.
Progress was all right. Only it went on too long.
Hundreds of hysterical persons must confuse these phenomena with messages from the beyond and take their glory to the bishop rather than the eye doctor.