Edna St Vincent MillayThinkers

April is a month that comes like an idiot, babbling and stewing flowers.

Childhood is the kingdom where nobody dies. Nobody that matters, that is.

Childhood is the kingdom where nobody dies.

Grief is a quiet place.

Life is the same damn thing over and over.

The Moon is silver knuckles knocking at the door of the night.

Peace is the temporary beautiful ignorance that War Somewhere progresses.

Publishing is a kind of exhibitionism. A person who publishes a book appears willfully in public with his pants down.

Socialism involves loving humanity but hating people.

A Socialist is one who loves Humanity but hates people.