Vachel Lindsay Quotes | Quotes by Vachel Lindsay
1Authors and uncaptured criminals are the only people free from routine.
2Never be a cynic, even a gentle one. Never help out a sneer, even at the devil.
3To live in mankind is far more than to live in a name.
4You can't crush ideas by suppressing them. You can only crush them by ignoring them.
5Life is a loom, weaving illusion.
6This is the sin against the Holy Ghost: - To speak of bloody power as right divine, And call on God to guard each vile chief's house, And for such chiefs, turn men to wolves and swine.
7They tried to get me - I got them first! [Suicide.]
8Oh, I have walked in Kansas Through many a harvest field, And piled the sheaves of glory there And down the wild rows reeled: Each sheaf a little yellow sun, A heap of hot-rayed gold; Each binder like Creation's hand To mold suns, as of old.
9Mumbo-Jumbo will hoo-doo you, Mumbo-Jumbo will hoo-doo you. Mumbo . . . Jumbo . . . will . . . hoo-doo . . . you.
10How can we help students to understand that the tragedy of life is not death; the tragedy is to die with commitments undefined and convictions undeclared and service unfulfilled?
11My life is unjust, but I can strive for justice. My life is unkind, but I can vote for kindness.
12The crooning turns to a sunrise singing.
13God lead us past the setting of the sun To wizard islands, of august surprise; God make our blunders wise.
14Except the Christ be born again tonight In dreams of all men, saints and sons of shame, The world will never see his kingdom bright.
15The only thing that a man may do that is new, is to write himself on human hearts.
16I think on death as the apparent end of the illusions that encompass us. They all have a sudden and unexpected end, that challenges any faith we have pinned to their worth.
17Let not young souls be smothered out Before they do quaint deeds And fully flaunt their pride.
18They tried to get me-I got them first! (suicide note)
19Change the fabric of your own soul and your own visions, and you change all.
20The sun is a huntress young, The sun is a red, red joy, The sun is an Indian girl, Of the tribe of the Illinois. The sun is a smouldering fire, That creeps through the high gray plain, And leaves not a bush of cloud To blossom with flowers of rain. The sun is a wounded deer, That treads pale grass in the skies, Shaking his golden horns, Flashing his baleful eyes. The sun is an eagle old, There in the windless west. Atop of the spirit-cliffs He builds him a crimson nest.
21Factory windows are always brokenOther windows are let alone.No one throws through the chapel-windowThe bitter, snarling, derisive stone.
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