Author: Irvin Cobb

Humor is merely tragedy standing on its head with its pants torn.

(1876 – 1944) American author, humorist & columnist

At Last She Sleeps Alone.

(1876 – 1944) American author, humorist & columnist

I’ve just learned about his illness; let’s hope it’s nothing trivial.

(1876 – 1944) American author, humorist & columnist

An epitaph is a belated advertisement for a line of goods that has been discontinued.

(1876 – 1944) American author, humorist & columnist

You couldn't tell if she was dressed for an opera or an operation.

(1876 – 1944) American author, humorist & columnist

A good storyteller is a person with a good memory and hopes other people haven't.

(1876 – 1944) American author, humorist & columnist

Middle age: When you begin to exchange your emotions for symptoms.

(1876 – 1944) American author, humorist & columnist

A funeral eulogy is a belated plea for the defense delivered after the evidence is all in.

(1876 – 1944) American author, humorist & columnist

Hell may have a worse climate but undoubtedly the company is spritelier.

(1876 – 1944) American author, humorist & columnist

If writers were good businessmen, they'd have too much sense to be writers.

(1876 – 1944) American author, humorist & columnist

If a woman likes another woman, she's cordial; if she doesn't like her, she's very cordial.

(1876 – 1944) American author, humorist & columnist

No speech can be entirely bad if it is short enough.

(1876 – 1944) American author, humorist & columnist