Let geese Gabble and hiss, but heroes seek release From dusty bondage into luminous air. — Edna St. Vincent Millay
A person who publishes a book appears willfully in public eye with his pants down. — Edna St. Vincent Millay
Death devours all lovely things; Lesbia with her sparrow Shares the darkness–presently — Edna St. Vincent Millay
I only know that summer sang in me A little while, that in me sings no more. — Edna St. Vincent Millay
Youth, have no pity; leave no farthing here For age to invest in compromise and fear. — Edna St. Vincent Millay
I shall die, but that is all that I shall do for Death; I am not on his pay-roll. — Edna St. Vincent Millay
Beautiful as a dandelion-blossom golden in the green grass, this life can be. — Edna St. Vincent Millay