Arnold H. Glasow Quotes

A collection of quotes by Arnold H. Glasow.

Arnold H. Glasow (1905-1998) was an American author, humorist, and newspaper columnist known for his witty observations and humorous quotes. Born in Fond du Lac, Wisconsin, Glasow began his career as a newspaper boy, and later worked as a printer's devil and linotype operator.

In 1933, he founded Glasow's Weekly, a humorous publication that featured his witty insights on everyday life. His popular columns gained widespread attention, leading to several newspaper syndications and earning him a loyal following. Additionally, Glasow authored numerous books showcasing his humorous observations on topics ranging from business and success to relationships and human nature.

Glasow's talent for crafting witty one-liners and his ability to find humor in even the most mundane situations made him a sought-after speaker. He delivered humorous speeches at conventions, conferences, and business events, winning accolades for his engaging storytelling style.

Over the years, Glasow's quotes and aphorisms became famous for their simplicity, wit, and relatability. They have been widely shared and adapted by individuals across different walks of life. His work continues to be featured in books, calendars, and online platforms, inspiring and entertaining readers around the world even after his passing in 1998.

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It was as easy as breathing to go and have tea near the place where Jane Austen had so wittily scribbled and so painfully died. One of the things that causes some critics to marvel at Miss Austen is the laconic way in which, as a daughter of the epoch that saw the Napoleonic Wars, she contrives like a Greek dramatist to keep it off the stage while she concentrates on the human factor. I think this comes close to affectation on the part of some of her admirers. Captain Frederick Wentworth in , for example, is partly of interest to the female sex because of the 'prize' loot he has extracted from his encounters with Bonaparte's navy. Still, as one born after Hiroshima I can testify that a small Hampshire township, however large the number of names of the fallen on its village-green war memorial, is more than a world away from any unpleasantness on the European mainland or the high or narrow seas that lie between. (I used to love the detail that Hampshire's 'New Forest' is so called because it was only planted for the hunt in the late eleventh century.) I remember watching with my father and brother through the fence of Stanstead House, the Sussex mansion of the Earl of Bessborough, one evening in the early 1960s, and seeing an immense golden meadow carpeted entirely by grazing rabbits. I'll never keep that quiet, or be that still, again.This was around the time of countrywide protest against the introduction of a horrible laboratory-confected disease, named 'myxomatosis,' into the warrens of old England to keep down the number of nibbling rodents. Richard Adams's lapine masterpiece is the remarkable work that it is, not merely because it evokes the world of hedgerows and chalk-downs and streams and spinneys better than anything since , but because it is only really possible to imagine gassing and massacre and organized cruelty on this ancient and green and gently rounded landscape if it is organized and carried out against herbivores.

Christopher Hitchens