Elinor Wylie

“I love bright words, words up and singing early;Words that are luminous in the dark, and sing;Warm lazy words, white cattle under trees;I love words opalescent, cool, and pearly,Like midsummer moths, and honied words like bees, Gilded and sticky, with a little sting.”

“If any have a stone to throw It is not I, ever or now.”

“In masks outrageous and austere, The years go by in single file; But none has merited my fear, And none has quite escaped my smile.”

“I am better able to imagine hell than heaven; it is my inheritance, I suppose.”