: Her own mother lived the latter years of her life in the horrible suspicion that electricity was dripping invisibly all over the house. - James Thurber, My Life and Hard Times (1933) US author, cartoonist, humorist, & satirist (1894 - 1961) #Quotes

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Her own mother lived the latter years of her life in the horrible suspicion that electricity was dripping invisibly all over the house. - James Thurber, My Life and Hard Times (1933) US author, cartoonist, humorist, & satirist (1894 - 1961) #Quotes

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: To grow old is to grow common. Old age equalizes - we are aware that what is happening to us has happened to untold numbers from the beginning of time. When we are young we act as if we were the first young people in the world. - Eric Hoffer (1902 -

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: #Laughs John was driving when a policeman pulled him over.

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: #Laughs While I was waiting to see the dentist, a woman came out of his inner office smiling.

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: Here is the world, sound as a nut, perfect, not the smallest piece of chaos left, never a stitch nor an end, not a mark of haste, or botching, or second thought; but the theory of the world is a thing of shreds and patches. - Ralph Waldo Emerson US e

: Her own mother lived the latter years of her life in the horrible suspicion that electricity was dripping invisibly all over the house. - James Thurber, My Life and Hard Times (1933) US author, cartoonist, humorist, & satirist (1894 - 1961) #Quotes

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: To grow old is to grow common. Old age equalizes - we are aware that what is happening to us has happened to untold numbers from the beginning of time. When we are young we act as if we were the first young people in the world. - Eric Hoffer (1902 -

: #Laughs John was driving when a policeman pulled him over.

: #Laughs While I was waiting to see the dentist, a woman came out of his inner office smiling.

: Here is the world, sound as a nut, perfect, not the smallest piece of chaos left, never a stitch nor an end, not a mark of haste, or botching, or second thought; but the theory of the world is a thing of shreds and patches. - Ralph Waldo Emerson US e

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