1.
Life is a loom, weaving illusion.
Vachel Lindsay
2.
They tried to get me-I got them first! (suicide note)
Vachel Lindsay
3.
Never be a cynic, even a gentle one. Never help out a sneer, even at the devil.
Vachel Lindsay
4.
Change the fabric of your own soul and your own visions, and you change all.
Vachel Lindsay
5.
You can't crush ideas by suppressing them. You can only crush them by ignoring them.
Vachel Lindsay
6.
The 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.
Vachel Lindsay
7.
Authors and uncaptured criminals are the only people free from routine.
Vachel Lindsay
8.
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?
Vachel Lindsay
9.
They tried to get me - I got them first! [Suicide.]
Vachel Lindsay
10.
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.
Vachel Lindsay
11.
The only thing that a man may do that is new, is to write himself on human hearts.
Vachel Lindsay
12.
My life is unjust, but I can strive for justice. My life is unkind, but I can vote for kindness.
Vachel Lindsay
13.
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.
Vachel Lindsay
14.
To live in mankind is far more than to live in a name.
Vachel Lindsay
15.
The crooning turns to a sunrise singing.
Vachel Lindsay
16.
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.
Vachel Lindsay
17.
Let not young souls be smothered out
Before they do quaint deeds
And fully flaunt their pride.
Vachel Lindsay
18.
God lead us past the setting of the sun
To wizard islands, of august surprise;
God make our blunders wise.
Vachel Lindsay
19.
Mumbo-Jumbo will hoo-doo you, Mumbo-Jumbo will hoo-doo you. Mumbo . . . Jumbo . . . will . . . hoo-doo . . . you.
Vachel Lindsay
20.
Factory windows are always brokenOther windows are let alone.No one throws through the chapel-windowThe bitter, snarling, derisive stone.
Vachel Lindsay
21.
Oh, 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.
Vachel Lindsay
