After the feet of beauty fly my own. Edna St. Vincent Millay More Quotes by Edna St. Vincent Millay More Quotes From Edna St. Vincent Millay We are all ruled in what we do by impulses; and these impulses are so organized that our actions in general serve for our self preservation and that of the race. Edna St. Vincent Millay our-actionsraceself I find that I never lose Bach. I don't know why I have always loved him so. Except that he is so pure, so relentless and incorruptible, like a principle of geometry. Edna St. Vincent Millay relentlessmusicprinciples What the customer demands is last year's model, cheaper. To find out what the customer needs you have to understand what the customer is doing as well as he understands it. Then you build what he needs and you educate him to the fact that he needs it. Edna St. Vincent Millay businessyearsneeds 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. Edna St. Vincent Millay hurtwritingbook I am not at all in favor of hard work for its own sake; many people who work very hard indeed produce terrible things, and should most certainly not be encouraged. Edna St. Vincent Millay favorsworkpeople God, I can push the grass apart and lay my finger on Thy heart. Edna St. Vincent Millay fingersgodheart Although we sometimes did without a few of life's necessities, we rarely lacked for its luxuries. Edna St. Vincent Millay luxurysometimes My candle burns at both ends Edna St. Vincent Millay candleends But you were something more than young and sweet And fair, - and the long year remembers you. Edna St. Vincent Millay remembers-yousweetyears I make bean stalks, I'm A builder, like yourself. Edna St. Vincent Millay essentialsgardenwork Heap not on this mound roses that she loved so well; why bewilder her with roses that she cannot see or smell. Edna St. Vincent Millay smellflowerrose There are a hundred places where I fear To go, --so with his memory they brim! And entering with relief some quiet place Where never fell his foot or shone his face I say, 'There is no memory of him here!' And so stand stricken, so remembering him! Edna St. Vincent Millay relieffeetmemories Life is a quest and love a quarrel Edna St. Vincent Millay inspirational-loveand-lovelife Under my head till morning; but the rain, Is full of ghosts tonight, that tap and sigh, Upon the glass and listen for reply. Edna St. Vincent Millay glassesrainmorning It's not love's going hurts my days Edna St. Vincent Millay broken-hearthurtfriendship Childhood is not from birth to a certain age and at a certain age. The child is grown, and puts away childish things. Childhood is the kingdom where nobody dies. Edna St. Vincent Millay childhoodagechildren She is happy where she lies With the dust upon her eyes. Edna St. Vincent Millay dusteyelying Youth, have no pity; leave no farthing here For age to invest in compromise and fear. Edna St. Vincent Millay agingyouthage The only people I really hate are servants. They're not really human beings at all. Edna St. Vincent Millay hateclasspeople Beautiful as a dandelion-blossom, golden in the green grass, This life can be. Common as a dandelion-blossom, beautiful in the clean grass, not beautiful Because common, beautiful because beautiful, Noble because common, because free. Edna St. Vincent Millay greennoblebeautiful
