Zu Vincent Quotes

I am not afraid of lawyers as I used to be. They are lambs in wolves' clothing.

A grave is such a quiet place.

He that would eat of love must eat it where it hangs.

Longing alone is singer to the lute.

She learned her hands in a fairy-tale, And her mouth on a valentine.

After the feet of beauty fly my own.

Father, I beg of Thee a little task To dignify my days, 'tis all I ask.

Guess I'll weep awhile. Guess I won't, I mean.

Strange how few, After alls said and done, the things that are Of moment.

Life goes on forever like the gnawing of a mouse.

Sweet love, sweet thorn, when lightly to my heart. I took your thrust, whereby I since am slain, And I lie disheveled in the grass apart, A sodden thing bedrenched by tears and rain.

The only people I really hate are servants. They're not really human beings at all.

My candle burns at both ends

Her lawn looks like a meadow, And if she mows the place She leaves the clover standing And the Queen Anne's Lace.

To be grown up is to sit at the table with people who have died, who neither listen nor speak.

I had a little sorrow, Born of a little sin.

Evil alone has oil for every wheel.

Progress-progress is the dirtiest word in the language-who ever told us- And made us believe it-that to take a step forward was necessarily, was always A good idea?

Martyred many times must be Who would keep his country free.

Dust in an urn long since, dispersed and dead Is great Apollo; and the happier he

On and on eternally Shall your altered fluid run, Bud and bloom and go to seed; But your singing days are done

Death devours all lovely things; Lesbia with her sparrow Shares the darkness--presently Every bed is narrow.

Tiresome heart, forever living and dying, House without air, I leave you and lock your door. Wild swans, come over the town, come over The town again, trailing your legs and crying!

When you publish something, it is very much as if you pulled your pants down in public. If what you have written is good, nobody can hurt you; if what you have written is bad, nobody can help you.

That is my being, the madness of an unaccustomed mood.

Thus in the winter stands the lonely tree, Nor knows what birds have vanished one by one, Yet knows its boughs more silent than before

When you are corn and roses and at rest I shall endure, a dense and sanguine ghost To haunt the scene where I was happiest To bend above the thing I loved the most

One things there's no getting by, I've been a wicked girl, Says I... But, if I can't be sorry I might as well be glad !

But she was not made for any man, and she will never be all mine.

I only know that summer sang in me A little while, that in me sings no more.

I am not resigned to the shutting away of loving hearts in the hard ground.

Time can make soft that iron wood.

It's little I know what's in my heart,What's in my mind it's little I know,But there's that in me must up and start,And it's little I care where my feet go.

Although we sometimes did without a few of life's necessities, we rarely lacked for its luxuries.

I know, but I do not approve. And I am not resigned.

I am not at all in favor of hard work for its own sake; many people who work very hard indeed produce terrible things, and should most certainly not be encouraged.

Night falls fast. Today is in the past. Blown from the dark hill hither to my door Three flakes, then four Arrive, then many more.

And he whose soul is flat -- the sky Will cave in on him by and by.

I find that I never lose Bach. I don't know why I have always loved him so. Except that he is so pure, so relentless and incorruptible, like a principle of geometry.

it may be said of me by Harper & Brothers, that although I reject their proposals, I welcome their advances.

She is happy where she lies With the dust upon her eyes.

The economics of baseball are the big problem. The big clubs make a lot of money and the little clubs don't.

I can't be optimistic. I can be hopeful.

She's the gal in the red blue jeans.

So few of us really think. What we do is rearrange our prejudges.

I didn't start playing music really until I was 18/19, so it was a relatively new thing. I didn't play much music in school.

I'm very ambitious, musically - I want to create great things, not mediocre work.

I want to talk about things that are tangible and real to me, but I also want to do them in a way that's poetic and artistic.

With music, it feels natural that, in my head, I can pull things apart and then put them back together very quickly.

I was never a 'sit down with a notepad and write lyrics' kind of person.