Quotes from Edna St. Vincent Millay

Although we sometimes did without a few of life's necessities, we rarely lacked for its luxuries.

I went to Boston fully expecting to be arrested - arrested by a polizia created by a government that my ancestors rebelled to establish.

God, I can push the grass apart and lay my finger on Thy heart.

O troubled forms, O early love unfortunate and hard, Time has estranged you into a jewel cold and pure

Time can make soft that iron wood.

I would I were alive again to kiss the fingers of the rain.

Love is not all: it is not meat nor drink Nor slumber nor a roof against the rain; Nor yet a floating spar to men that sink.

My god is all gods in one. When I see a beautiful sunset, I worship the god of Nature; when I see a hidden action brought to light, I worship the god of Truth; when I see a bad man punished and a good man go free, I worship the god of Justice; when I see a penitent forgiven, I worship the god of Mercy.

Love is not all; it is not meat nor drink.

I hate people but I love gatherings.

The fabric of my faithful love No power shall dim or ravel Whilst I stay here - but oh, my dear, If I should ever travel!

I've written so many verses and keep on writing so many more that I became afraid that if I didn't write them into one big book, I might forget some of them.

What the customer demands is last year's model, cheaper. To find out what the customer needs you have to understand what the customer is doing as well as he understands it. Then you build what he needs and you educate him to the fact that he needs it.

Not Truth, but Faith it is that keeps the world alive.

Need we say it was not love, Now that love is perished?

I know what my heart is like Since your love died: It is like a hollow ledge Holding a little pool Left there by the tide, A little tepid pool, Drying inward from the edge.

He that would eat of love must eat it where it hangs.

Sweet love, sweet thorn, when lightly to my heart. I took your thrust, whereby I since am slain, And I lie disheveled in the grass apart, A sodden thing bedrenched by tears and rain.

Childhood is the kingdom where nobody dies. Nobody that matters, that is.

I'm so tired of hearing about 'Renascence,' I'm nearly dead. I find it's as hard to live down an early triumph as an early indiscretion.

It's not true that life is one damn thing after another; it's one damn thing over and over.

'Tis not love's going hurts my days but that it went in little ways.

After all my erstwhile dear my no longer cherished need we say it was no love just because it perished?

And if I loved you Wednesday well what is that to you? I do not love you Thursday - so much is true.