Quotes of the day- Don Marquis:
Donald Robert Perry Marquis (July 28, 1878 – December 29, 1937) was a humorist, journalist, and author. He was variously a novelist, poet, newspaper columnist, and playwright. He is remembered best for creating the characters "Archy" (a cockroach) and "Mehitabel" (a cat), supposed authors of humorous verse. (Click for full article.)
A demagogue is a person with whom we disagree as to which gang should mismanage the country.
A hypocrite is a person who- but who isn't?
A man thinks he amounts to a great deal but to a flea or a mosquito a human being is merely something good to eat.
A man who is so dull that he can learn only by personal experience is too dull to learn anything important by experience.
A pessimist is a man who has had to listen to too many optimists.
A sequel is an admission that you've been reduced to imitating yourself.
An idea isn't responsible for the people who believe in it.
An optimist is a guy that has never had much experience.
Ancestors never boast of the descendants who boast of ancestors.
Bores bore each other, too, but it never seems to teach them anything.
By the time a bartender knows what drink a man will have before he orders, there is little else about him worth knowing.
Did you ever notice that when a politician does get an idea he usually gets it all wrong?
Each generation wastes a little more of the future with greed and lust for riches.
Every cloud has its silver lining but it is sometimes a little difficult to get it to the mint.
Fate often puts all the material for happiness and prosperity into a man's hands just to see how miserable he can make himself.
Fishing: a delusion entirely surrounded by liars in old clothes.
Happiness is the interval between periods of unhappiness.
Heredity runs in our family.
Honesty is a good thing, but it is not profitable to its possessor unless it is kept under control.
How beautiful is the universe when something digestible meets with an eager digestion. How sweet the embrace when atom rushes to the arms of waiting atom.
I am so unlucky that I run into accidents that started out to happen to someone else.
I have noticed that when chickens quit quarreling over their food, they often find that there is enough for all of them. I wonder if it might not be the same with the human race.
I've conquered that god-damn willpower of mine. Gimme a double scotch.
Ideas pull the trigger, but instinct loads the gun.
If you make people think they're thinking, they'll love you; but if you really make them think, they'll hate you.
If you want to get rich from writing, write the sort of thing that's read by persons who move their lips when they're reading to themselves.
Middle age is the time when a man is always thinking that in a week or two he will feel as good as ever.
Nearly every night before I go to bed I ask myself, “Have I vibrated in tune with the Infinite today, or have I failed?”
Not every woman in old slippers can manage to look like Cinderella.
Ours is a world where people don't know what they want and are willing to go through hell to get it.
Pity the meek, for they shall inherit the earth.
Poetry is what Milton saw when he went blind.
Procrastination is the art of keeping up with yesterday.
Prohibition makes you want to cry into your beer and denies you the beer to cry into.
Some persons are likeable in spite of their unswerving integrity.
The chief obstacle to the progress of the human race is the human race.
The female of all species are most dangerous when they appear to retreat.
The most pleasant and useful persons are those who leave some of the problems of the universe for God to worry about.
The trouble with the public is that there is too much of it.
There is nothing quite as habit-forming as money.
Vibrations are the key to everything. Atoms used to be, but atoms have quite gone out.
What man calls civilization always results in deserts.
When a man tells you that he got rich through hard work, ask him: “Whose?”
When you can't have anything else, you can have virtue.
Writing a book of poetry is like dropping a rose petal down the Grand Canyon and waiting for the echo.