It is impossible for me to be an Anarchist, for I do not believe in the essential goodness of man. The world, the physical world, that was once all in all to me, has at moments such as these no road through a wood, no stretch of shore, that can bring me comfort. The beauty of these things can no longer at such moments make up to me at all for the ugliness of man, his cruelty, his greed, his lying face.
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Edna St. Vincent Millay was a 19th-century American poet. Edna St. Vincent Millay was an American lyrical poet and playwright. Read more on Wikipedia →