pity me that the heart is slow to learn what the swift mind beholds at every turn.
Edna St. Vincent MillayTo be grown up is to sit at the table with people who have died, who neither listen nor speak.
Edna St. Vincent MillayYou see, I am a poet, and not quite right in the head, darling. It’s only that.
Edna St. Vincent MillayNot for the flag Of any land because myself was born there Will I give up my life. But I will love that land where man is free, And that will I defend.
Edna St. Vincent Millay