Don't take life so serious, son...it ain't no how permanent. — Porky Pine, June 19-24, 1950
Walt Kelly
Born: August 25, 1913 Died: October 18, 1973
Walter Crawford Kelly, Jr. (25 August 1913 – 18 October 1973) was an American animator and cartoonist, usually known simply as Walt Kelly, most famous for the comic strip Pogo.
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- Walter Crawford Kelly, Jr. (English (en))
She touched me once
And life then stopped.
She held my hand,
My frog heart hopped.
She left my mouth
And formed a smile
With lips that promised:
“In a while.”
I look, I hope, I stand, a dunce — Where is the one who touched me once?
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Yowpee! I pulls my brandin' irons an' comes out a-bitin' the dust — a reg'lar Hoopalong Cassowary!
Scuse me — gotta hurry home — left the chillun on the stove.
"The eleventh day of the eleventh month has always seemed to me to be special. Even if the reason for it fell apart as the years went on, it was a symbol of something close to the high part of the heart. Perhaps a life that stretches through two or three wars takes its first war rather seriously, but I still think we should have kept the name "Armistice Day." Its implications were a little more profound, a little more hopeful."
Don't take life so serious. It ain't nohow permanent.
We have met the enemy and he is us.
Oop — I is tripped.
Albert made of solid alligator — he heavy.
You want to cut down air pollution? Cut down the original source... Breathin'!
Now, really, how arch
Can you be when you march
With a sword,
With a spear?
You belong
To a curious team,
You're in the extreme,
Maybe left,
Maybe right,
Maybe wrong.
Traces of nobility, gentleness and courage persist in all people, do what we will to stamp out the trend. So, too, do those characteristics which are ugly. It is just unfortunate that in the clumsy hands of a cartoonist all traits become ridiculous, leading to a certain amount of self-conscious expostulation and the desire to join battle.
There is no need to sally forth, for it remains true that those things which make us human are, curiously enough, always close at hand. Resolve then, that on this very ground, with small flags waving and tiny blasts of tiny trumpets, we have met the enemy, and not only may he be ours, he may be us. Forward!
We are confronted with insurmountable opportunities.
If you can't win, don't join them; learn how to lose.
Looking back on things, the view always improves.