Man has never been the same since God died.

There is no shelter in you anywhere.

When I can make Of ten small words a rope to hang the world! "I had you and I have you now no more.

I am glad that I paid so little attention to good advice; had I abided by it I might have been saved from some of my most valuable mistakes.

I, being born a woman and distressed By all the needs and notions of my kind.

When you publish something, it is very much as if you pulled your pants down in public. If what you have written is good, nobody can hurt you; if what you have written is bad, nobody can help you.

A Poem from Edna St. Vincent Millay: Grown-up Was it for this I uttered prayers, And sobbed and cursed and kicked the stairs, That now, domestic as a plate, I should retire at half-past eight?