A man must be sacrificed now and again to provide for the next generation of men.
– Amy Lowell
All books are either dreams or swords, you can cut, or you can drug, with words.
– Amy Lowell
Even Pain pricks to livelier living.
– Amy Lowell
For books are more than books, they are the life, the very heart and core of ages past, the reason why men worked and died, the essence and quintessence of their lives.
– Amy Lowell
Happiness, to some, elation; Is, to others, mere stagnation.
– Amy Lowell
Happiness: We rarely feel it. I would buy it, beg it, steal it, Pay in coins of dripping blood For this one transcendent good.
– Amy Lowell
Hate is ravening vulture beaks descending on a place of skulls.
– 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.
– Amy Lowell
In science, read by preference the newest works. In literature, read the oldest. The classics are always modern.
– Amy Lowell
Let the key guns be mounted, make a brave show of waging war, and pry off the lid of Pandora's Box once more.
– Amy Lowell
Let us be of cheer, remembering that the misfortunes hardest to bear are those which never come.
– Amy Lowell
Moon! Moon! I am prone before you. Pity me,and drench me in loneliness.
– Amy Lowell
Sexual love is the most stupendous fact of the universe, and the most magical mystery our poor blind senses know.
– Amy Lowell
Take everything easy and quit dreaming and brooding and you will be well guarded from a thousand evils.
– Amy Lowell
There are few things so futile, and few so amusing, As a peaceful and purposeless sort of perusing of old random jottings set down in a blank book you've unearthed from a drawer as you looked for your bank book.
– Amy Lowell
Time! Joyless emblem of the greed of millions, robber of the best which earth can give.
– Amy Lowell
You are ice and fire the touch of you burns my hands like snow.
– Amy Lowell
Youth condemns; maturity condones.
– Amy Lowell
Art is the desire of a man to express himself, to record the reactions of his personality to the world he lives in.