More quotes by Edna St. Vincent Millay
Yet many a man is making friends with death
Even as I speak, for lack of love alone.
Safe upon the solid rock the ugly houses stand;
Come and see my shining palace built upon the sand!
And reaching up my hand to try,
I screamed to feel it touch the sky.
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The land of easy mathematics where he who works adds up and he who retires subtracts.
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