I will be the gladdest thing under the sun! I will touch a hundred flowers and not pick one.
Edna St. Vincent MillayAfter all my erstwhile dear, my no longer cherished; Need we say it was not love, just because it perished?
Edna St. Vincent Millaypity me that the heart is slow to learn what the swift mind beholds at every turn.
Edna St. Vincent Millay