I will be the gladdest thing under the sun! I will touch a hundred flowers and not pick one.
Edna St. Vincent MillayWe think-although of course, now, we very seldom Clearly think- That the other side of War is Peace.
Edna St. Vincent MillayOh, friend, forget not, when you fain would note In me a beauty that was never mine, How first you knew me in a book I wrote, How first you loved me for a written line.
Edna St. Vincent Millay