Amy Lowell

“I am tired, beloved, of chafing my heart against the want of you; of squeezing it into little ink drops, and posting it. And I scald alone, here, under the fire of the great moon.”

“Moon! Moon! I am prone before you. Pity me, and drench me in loneliness.”

“Happiness, to some, elation; Is, to others, mere stagnation.”

“All books are either dreams or swords, you can cut, or you can drug, with words.”

“Take everything easy and quit dreaming and brooding and you will be well guarded from a thousand evils.”

“Art is the desire of a man to express himself, to record the reactions of his personality to the world he lives in.”