Pity me that the heart is slow to learn what the swift mind beholds at every turn. — Edna St. Vincent Millay
I am not resigned to the shutting away of loving hearts in the hard ground. — Edna St. Vincent Millay
I do not think there is a woman in whom the roots of passion shoot deeper than in me. — Edna St. Vincent Millay
The only people I really hate are servants. They’re not really human beings at all. — Edna St. Vincent Millay
No one but Night, with tears on her dark face, watches beside me in this windy place. — Edna St. Vincent Millay
Beauty in all things-no, we cannot hope for that; but some place set apart for it. — Edna St. Vincent Millay