"Cruel of heart, lay down my song. Your reading eyes have done me wrong. Not for you was the pen bitten, And the mind wrung, and the song written."

"Guess I'll weep awhile. Guess I won't, I mean."

"That which has quelled me, lives with me, Accomplice in catastrophe."

"Night falls fast. Today is in the past."

"And must I then, indeed, Pain, live with you all through my life?-sharing my fire, my bed, Sharing-oh, worst of all things!-the same head?- And, when I feed myself, feeding you too?"

"But you, you foolish girl, you have gone home to a leaky castle across the sea to lie awake in linen smelling of lavender, and hear the nightingale, and long for me."

"Life must go on; I forget just why."

"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?"

"I would blossom if I were a rose."

"I know, but I do not approve. And I am not resigned."

"I will come back to you, I swear I will; And you will know me still. I shall be only a little taller Than when I went."

"The heart can push the sea and land Farther away on either hand; The soul can split the sky in two, And let the face of God shine through."

"There is no God. But it does not matter. Man is enough."

"Gently they go, the beautiful, the tender, the kind; Quietly they go, the intelligent, the witty, the brave. I know. But I do not approve. And I am not resigned."

"You are loved. If so, what else matters?"

"A person who publishes a book willfully appears before the populace with his pants down. If it is a good book nothing can hurt him. If it is a bad book nothing can help him."

"She is happy where she lies With the dust upon her eyes."

"This book, when I am dead, will be A little faint perfume of me. People who knew me well will say, She really used to think that way."

"Music, my rampart and my only one."

"No one but Night, with tears on her dark face, watches beside me in this windy place."

"Lost in Hell,-Persephone, Take her head upon your knee; Say to her, "My dear, my dear, It is not so dreadful here."

"The longest absence is less perilous to love than the terrible trials of incessant proximity."

"There is no shelter in you anywhere."

"Soar, eat ether, see what has never been seen; depart, be lost, but climb."