I shall die, but that is all that I shall do for Death; I am not on his pay-roll.
Edna St. Vincent MillayLife isn't all beer and skittles; few of us have touched a skittle in years.
Edna St. Vincent MillayI 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.
Edna St. Vincent MillayAll my life, Following Care along the dusty road, Have I looked back on loveliness and sighed.
Edna St. Vincent Millay[on going to Sunday school:] It looks like rain, and I hope it will rain cats and dogs and hammers and pitchforks and silver sugar spoons and hay ricks and paper-covered novels and picture frames and rag carpets and toothpicks and skating rinks and birds of paradise and roof gardens and burdocks and French grammars before Sunday school time.
Edna St. Vincent Millay