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
For all of the creeds are false, and all of the creeds are true; And low at the shrines where my brothers bow, there will I bow too; For no form of a god, and no fashion Man has made in his desperate passion, But is worthy some worship of mine; Not too hot with a gross belief, Nor yet too cold with pride, I will bow me down where my brothers bow, Humble, but open eyed.
personally my ambition is to get my time as a cockroach shortened for good behavior and be promoted to a revenue officer it is not much of a step up but i am humble
Pity the meek, for they shall inherit the earth.
Science has always been too dignified to invent a good backscratcher.
The art of newspaper paragraphing is / to stroke a platitude until it purrs like an epigram.
Did you ever notice that when a politician does get an idea he usually gets it all wrong.
Successful people are the ones who think up things for the rest of the world to keep busy at.
Bores bore each other too; but it never seems to teach them anything.
A hypocrite is a person who - but who isn't?
prohibition makes you want to cry into your beer and denies you the beer to cry into
Writing a book of poetry is like dropping a rose petal down the Grand Canyon and waiting for the echo.
A little while with grief and laughter, And then the day will close; The shadows gather ... what comes after No man knows.
Yes, he's got all them different kinds of thoroughbred blood in him, and he's got other kinds you ain't mentioned and that you ain't slick enough to see.
This is another day! Are its eyes blurred with maudlin grief for any wasted past? A thousand thousand failures shall not daunt! Let dust clasp dust, death, death; I am alive!