Maxioms by Edna St. Vincent Millay
My candle burns at both ends; it will not last the night; but ah, my foes, and oh, my friends read more
My candle burns at both ends; it will not last the night; but ah, my foes, and oh, my friends -- it gives a lovely light!
Pity me that the heart is slow to learn What the swift mind beholds at every turn.
Pity me that the heart is slow to learn What the swift mind beholds at every turn.
I find it's as hard to live down an early triumph as an early indiscretion.
I find it's as hard to live down an early triumph as an early indiscretion.
