Elinor Wylie Quotes

If any have a stone to throw It is not I, ever or now.

I have never cared very deeply about the actual taste of my work. Let its essential odor satisfy my mind and senses, and I am content. I rarely judge by the grosser test of actual gustation ... in cooking, to create a masterpiece for the nose alone - that is exquisite, that is Art!

I bear a little more than I can bear.

I am better able to imagine hell than heaven; it is my inheritance, I suppose.

The winter will be short, the summer long, The autumn amber-hued, sunny and hot, Tasting of cider and of scuppernong; All seasons sweet, but autumn best of all. The squirrels in their silver fur will fall Like falling leaves, like fruit, before your shot.

In masks outrageous and austere The years go by in single file; But none has merited my fear, And none has quite escaped my smile.

An old earthen pipe like myself is dry and thirsty and so a most voracious drinker of life at its source; I'm no more to be split by the vital stream than if I were stone or steel.