The optimist proclaims that we live in the best of all possible worlds, and the pessimist fears this is true.

Quote by James Branch Cabell

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Patriotism is the religion of hell.

Patriotism is the religion of hell.

While it is well enough to leave footprints on the sands of time, it is...

While it is well enough to leave footprints on the sands of time, it is...

People marry for a variety of reasons and with varying results. But to marry for...

People marry for a variety of reasons and with varying results. But to marry for...

Poetry is man's rebellion against being what he is.

Poetry is man's rebellion against being what he is.

Why is the King of Hearts the only one that hasn't a moustache?

Why is the King of Hearts the only one that hasn't a moustache?

Yet creeds mean very little, Coth answered the dark god, still speaking almost gently. The...

Yet creeds mean very little, Coth answered the dark god, still speaking almost gently. The...

There is not any memory with less satisfaction than the memory of some temptation we...

There is not any memory with less satisfaction than the memory of some temptation we...

I am willing to taste any drink once.

I am willing to taste any drink once.

There is not any memory with less satisfaction in it than the memory of some...

There is not any memory with less satisfaction in it than the memory of some...

No lady is ever a gentleman.

No lady is ever a gentleman.

Patriotism is the religion of hell

Patriotism is the religion of hell

Poetry is man's rebellion against being what he is.

Poetry is man's rebellion against being what he is.

My arms have mutinied against me brutes! My fingers fidget like ten idle brats, My...

My arms have mutinied against me brutes! My fingers fidget like ten idle brats, My...

The true poem rests between the words.

The true poem rests between the words.

The potentiality of perfection outweighs actual contradictions... Existence in itself is here to prove that...

The potentiality of perfection outweighs actual contradictions... Existence in itself is here to prove that...

For what is a poem but a hazardous attempt at self-understanding: it is the deepest...

For what is a poem but a hazardous attempt at self-understanding: it is the deepest...

Poetry is the art of creating imaginary gardens with real toads.

Poetry is the art of creating imaginary gardens with real toads.

Writing a poem is discovering

Writing a poem is discovering

I have stretched ropes from steeple to steeple; garlands from window to window; golden chains...

I have stretched ropes from steeple to steeple; garlands from window to window; golden chains...

For him in vain the envious seasons roll, Who bears eternal summer in his soul.

For him in vain the envious seasons roll, Who bears eternal summer in his soul.