Don Marquis
Don Marquis
Donald Robert Perry Marquiswas a humorist, journalist, and author. He was variously a novelist, poet, newspaper columnist, and playwright. He is remembered best for creating the characters "Archy" and "Mehitabel", supposed authors of humorous verse. During his lifetime he was equally famous for creating another fictitious character, "the Old Soak," who was the subject of two books, a hit Broadway play, a silent movieand a talkie...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionPoet
Date of Birth28 July 1878
CountryUnited States of America
The art of newspaper paragraphing is to stroke a platitude until it purrs like an epigram.
It takes all sorts of people to make the underworld.
Fishing is a delusion entirely surrounded by liars in old clothes.
A demagogue is a person with whom we disagree as to which gang should mismanage the country.
By the time a bartender knows what drink a man will have before he orders, there is little else about him worth knowing.
Middle age is the time when a man is always thinking that in a week or two he will feel as good as ever.
I would rather start a family than finish one.
One of the most important things to remember about infant care is: don't change diapers in midstream.
Of middle age the best that can be said is that a middle-aged person has likely learned how to have a little fun in spite of his troubles.
Honesty is a good thing, but it is not profitable to its possessor unless it is kept under control.
We pay for the mistakes of our ancestors, and it seems only fair that they should leave us the money to pay with.
I have often noticed that ancestors never boast of the descendants who boast of ancestors. I would rather start a family than finish one. Blood will tell, but often it tells too much.
i have had my ups and downs but wotthehell wotthehell yesterday sceptres and crowns fried oysters and velvet gowns and today i herd with bums but wotthehell wotthehell i wake the world from sleep as i caper and sing and leap when i sing my wild free tune wotthehell wotthehell under the blear eyed moon i am pelted with cast off shoon but wotthehell wotthehell
There was once a Hindu sage, who sat down on the banks of the Ganges and thought for seventy years about the millennium. Just as he arrived at the solution and was putting it into verse, a mosquito stung him and he forgot it again at once.