Procrastination is the art of keeping up with yesterday.
Don Marquis, archy and mehitabel (1927), "certain maxims of archy" |
an optimist is a guythat has never hadmuch experience
Don MarquisI 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
Don MarquisIf you make people think they're thinking, they'll love you; but if you really make them think, they'll hate you.
Don MarquisA demagogue is a person with whom we disagree as to which gang should mismanage the country.
Don Marquisoh i should worry and fretdeath and i will coquettethere s a dance in the old dame yettoujours gai toujours gai
Don Marquisprocrastination is theart of keepingup with yesterday
Don Marquiswhat in hellhave i done to deserveall these kittens
Don Marquisdance mehitabel dance
caper and shake a leg
what little blood is left
will fizz like wine in a keg
it is a cheering thought to thinkthat god is on the side of the best digestion
Don Marquisthere is alwaysa comforting thoughtin time of trouble whenit is not our trouble
Don MarquisEarth loves to gibber o'er her dross, Her golden souls, to waste; The cup she fills for her god-men Is a bitter cup to taste.
Don MarquisFor him who fain would teach the world The world holds hate in fee— For Socrates, the hemlock cup; For Christ, Gethsemane.
Don MarquisFor him who fain would teach the world The world holds hate in fee For Socrates, the hemlock cup; For Christ, Gethsemane.
Don Marquisdance mehitabel dance caper and shake a leg what little blood is left will fizz like wine in a keg
Don MarquisAs the skull of the man grows broader, so do his creeds. And his gods they are shaped in his image and mirror his needs . And he clothes them with thunders and beauty , He clothes them with music and fire , Seeing not, as he bows by their altars, That he worships his own desire .
Don MarquisFor 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.
Don Marquis