Elvis Cosovic

“Prose: words in their best order; poetry: the best words in the best order.”
― Samuel Taylor Coleridge

“And the first rude sketch that the world has seen
was joy to his mighty heart,
Till the Devil whispered behind the leaves, "It's pretty, but is it art?”
― Rudyard Kipling, Barrack Room Ballads & Departamental Ditties and Ballads

“There are few men under heaven who can love and see the defects, or hate and see the excellence of an object.”
― Confucius

“Farewel happy Fields
Where Joy for ever dwells: Hail horrours, hail
Infernal world, and thou profoundest Hell
Receive thy new Possessor: One who brings
A mind not to be chang'd by Place or Time.
The mind is its own place, and in it self
Can make a Heav'n of Hell, a Hell of Heav'n.
What matter where, if I be still the same,
And what I should be, all but less then he
Whom Thunder hath made greater? Here at least
We shall be free; th' Almighty hath not built
Here for his envy, will not drive us hence:
Here we may reign secure, and in my choyce
To reign is worth ambition though in Hell:
Better to reign in Hell, then serve in Heav'n.”
― John Milton, Paradise Lost