April comes like an idiot, babbling and stewing flowers. |
Beauty is whatever gives joy. |
Down, down, down into the darkness of the grave 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. |
God, I can push the grass apart and lay my finger on Thy heart. |
I am glad that I paid so little attention to good advice; had I abided by it I might have been saved from some of my most valuable mistakes. |
I dread no more the first white in my hair, / Or even age itself, the easy shoe, / The cane, the wrinkled hands, the special chair / Time, doing this to me, may alter too / My sorrow, into something I can bear. |
I know I am but summer to your heart, and not the full four seasons of the year. |
I've been a wicked girl," said I: "But if I can't be sorry, why, I might as well be glad! |
It gives a lovely light. |
Life is a quest and love a quarrel ... |
Life isn't one damn thing after another. It's the same damn thing again and again. |
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! Edna St |
Pity me that the heart is slow to learn / What the swift mind beholds at every turn. |
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! |