Quotes from Edna Saint Vincent Millay

The soul can split the sky in two and let the face of God shine through.

Down you mongrel, Death! Back into your kennel!

If I ever said in grief or pride, I tired of honest things, I lied.

It's not love's going hurts my days But that it went in little ways.

My candle burns at both ends; It will not last the night; But, ah, my foes, and, oh, my friends - it gives a lovely light.