Vachel Lindsay Quotes

Life is a loom, weaving illusion.

They tried to get me-I got them first! (suicide note)

Never be a cynic, even a gentle one. Never help out a sneer, even at the devil.

Change the fabric of your own soul and your own visions, and you change all.

You can't crush ideas by suppressing them. You can only crush them by ignoring them.

Authors and uncaptured criminals are the only people free from routine.

Except the Christ be born again tonight In dreams of all men, saints and sons of shame, The world will never see his kingdom bright.

They tried to get me - I got them first! [Suicide.]

How 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?

This 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.

The only thing that a man may do that is new, is to write himself on human hearts.

My life is unjust, but I can strive for justice. My life is unkind, but I can vote for kindness.

I 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.

To live in mankind is far more than to live in a name.

The crooning turns to a sunrise singing.

Let not young souls be smothered out Before they do quaint deeds And fully flaunt their pride.

God lead us past the setting of the sun To wizard islands, of august surprise; God make our blunders wise.

Factory windows are always brokenOther windows are let alone.No one throws through the chapel-windowThe bitter, snarling, derisive stone.

Mumbo-Jumbo will hoo-doo you, Mumbo-Jumbo will hoo-doo you. Mumbo . . . Jumbo . . . will . . . hoo-doo . . . you.

Change the fabric of your own soul and your own visions and you change all.

Except the Christ be born again tonightIn dreams of all men, saints and sons of shame, The world will never see his kingdom bright.

We left you there, lonely, Beauty your power, Wisdom your watchman, To hold the clay tower.from 'The Tale of the Tiger Tree