Quotes by : Amy Lowell

A black cat among roses,phlox, lilac-misted under a quarter moon,the sweet smells of heliotrope and night-scented....

All books are either dreams or swords.

Christ! What are patterns for?

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

For books are more than books, they are the lifeThe very heart and core of ages past,The reason why men....

Art is the desire of a man to express himself, to record the reactions of his personality to the world....

You are ice and fire The touch of you burns my hands like snow

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

The inkstand is full of ink, and the paper lies white and unspotted, in the round of light thrown by....

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