Safe upon the solid rock the ugly houses stand. Come and see my shining palace built upon the sand!
Edna St. Vincent MillayThis have I known always: Love is no more than the wide blossom which the wind assails, than the great tide that treads the shifting shore, strewing fresh wreckage gathered in the gales; Pity me that the heart is slow to learn, that the swift mind beholds at every turn.
Edna St. Vincent Millay