Maxioms by Edna St. Vincent Millay
My candle burns at both ends; it will not last the night; but ah, my foes, and oh, my friends read more
My candle burns at both ends; it will not last the night; but ah, my foes, and oh, my friends -- it gives a lovely light!
Pity me that the heart is slow to learn What the swift mind beholds at every turn.
Pity me that the heart is slow to learn What the swift mind beholds at every turn.
Beauty is whatever gives joy.
Beauty is whatever gives joy.
Safe upon the solid rock the ugly houses stand: Come and see my shining palace built upon the sand!
Safe upon the solid rock the ugly houses stand: Come and see my shining palace built upon the sand!
After all my erstwhile dear, my no longer cherished; Need we say it was not love, just because it perished?
After all my erstwhile dear, my no longer cherished; Need we say it was not love, just because it perished?
