Robert Frost Quotes
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Both T.S. Eliot and I like to play, but I like to play euchre, while he likes to play Eucharist.
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Poets are like baseball pitchers. Both have their moments. The intervals are the tough things.
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They would not find me changed from him they knew - only more sure of all I thought was true.
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Nothing not built with hands of course is sacred. But here is not a question of what's sacred; Rather of what to face or run away from. I'd hate to be a runaway from nature.
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One luminary clock against the sky Proclaimed the time was neither wrong nor right.
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Everything written is as good as it is dramatic. It need not declare itself in form, but it is drama or nothing.
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Poetry is the renewal of words, setting them free, and that's what a poet is doing: loosening the words.
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The chance is the remotest. Of its going much longer unnoticed. That I'm not keeping pace With the headlong human race.
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Oh, give us pleasure in the orchard white, Like nothing else by day, like ghosts by night.
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I dwell in a lonely house I know That vanished many a summer ago.
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College is a refuge from hasty judgment.
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Memento mori and obey the Lord. Art and religion love the somber chord.
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The reason why worry kills more people than work is that more people worry than work.
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The best things and best people rise out of their separateness; I'm against a homogenized society because I want the cream to rise.
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States strong enough to do good are but few. Their number would seem limited to three.
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Something sinister in the tone Told me my secret must be known: Word I was in the house alone Somehow must have gotten abroad, Word I was in my life alone, Word I had no one left but God.
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When I see birches bend to left and right... I like to think some boy's been swinging them.
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The figure a poem makes. It begins in delight and ends in wisdom... in a clarification of life - not necessarily a great clarification, such as sects and cults are founded on, but in a momentary stay against confusion.
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Courage is of the heart by derivation, And great it is. But fear is of the soul.
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Thinking isn't agreeing or disagreeing. That's voting.
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O hushed October morning mild, Thy leaves have ripened to the fall; Tomorrow's wind, if it be wild, Should waste them all. The crows above the forest call; Tomorrow they may form and go. O hushed October morning mild, Begin the hours of this day slow. Make the day seem to us less brief. Hearts not averse to being beguiled, Beguile us in the way you know. Release one leaf at break of day; At noon release another leaf; One from our trees, one far away.
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You can't trust God to be unmerciful. There you have the beginning of all wisdom.
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You don't have to deserve your mother's love. You have to deserve your father's.
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The ear is the only true writer and the only true reader.