VACHEL LINDSAY

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

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

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

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

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.

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

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

I am unjust, but I can strive for justice. My life's unkind, but I can vote for kindness. I, the unloving, say life should be lovely. I, that am blind, cry out against my blindness.

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

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

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

I am unjust, but I can strive for justice. My life's unkind, but I can vote for kindness. I, the unloving, say life should be lovely. I, that am blind, cry out against my blindness.

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

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

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

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

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

The crooning turns to a sunrise singing.

Life is a loom, weaving illusion.

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

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.

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

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

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.