Happiness, in the ancient, noble sense, means self-fulfillment—and is given to those who use to the fullest whatever talents God … bestowed upon them.
Humor is, I think, the subtlest and chanciest of literary forms. It is surely not accidental that there are a thousand novelists, essayists, poets or journalists for each humorist. It is a long, long time between James Thurbers.
The only thing I can say about W. C. Fields … is this: Any man who hates dogs and babies can’t be all bad.
People say: idle curiosity. The one thing that curiosity cannot be is idle.
Words sing. They hurt. They teach. They sanctify. They were man’s first, immeasurable feat of magic. They liberated us from ignorance and our barbarous past.
You understand people better if you look at them-no matter how old or impressive or important they may be-as if they were children. For most men never mature; they simply grow taller.
Acting is a form of deception, and actors can mesmerize themselves almost as easily as an audience.
The fellow who laughs last may laugh best, but he gets the reputation of being very slow-witted.
Why did God give me two ears and one mouth? So that I will hear more and talk less.
If you are going to do something wrong, at least enjoy it.
For some not to be martyrs is martyrdom indeed.
Happiness comes only when we push our brains and hearts to the farthest reaches of which we are capable.