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!
Don MarquisA great many people who spend their time mourning over the brevity of life could make it seem longer if they did a little more work.
Don MarquisCensors are necessary, increasingly necessary, if America is to avoid having a vital literature.
Don Marquis