I find it's as hard to live down an early triumph as an early indiscretion.
Edna St. Vincent Millay
The soul can split the sky in two and let the face of God shine through.
Edna St. Vincent Millay
April comes like an idiot, babbling and stewing flowers.
Edna St. Vincent Millay
God, I can push the grass apart and lay my finger on Thy heart.
Edna St. Vincent Millay
It is not the mountain we conquer, but ourselves.