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!
Where you used to be, there is a hole in the world, which I find myself constantly walking around in read more
Where you used to be, there is a hole in the world, which I find myself constantly walking around in the daytime, and falling in at night. I miss you like hell.
I find it's as hard to live down an early triumph as an early indiscretion.
I find it's as hard to live down an early triumph as an early indiscretion.
Beauty is whatever gives joy.
Beauty is whatever gives joy.
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?
