Robert Frost Quotes
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Americans are like a rich father who wishes he knew how to give his son the hardships that made him rich.
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We disparage reason. But all the time it's what we're most concerned with. There's will as motor and there's will as brakes. Reason is, I suppose, the steering gear.
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A mother takes twenty years to make a man of her boy, and another woman makes a fool of him in twenty minutes.
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Style is less the man than the way a man takes himself.
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Butterflies...flowers that fly and all but sing.
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Forgive, O Lord, my little jokes on Thee, and I'll forgive Thy great big joke on me.
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I would have written of me on my stone: I had a lover's quarrel with the world.
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It's a funny thing that when a man hasn't anything on earth to worry about, he goes off and gets married.
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The truth is the river flows into the canyon Of Ceasing-to-Question-What-Doesn't-Concern-Us, As sooner or later we have to cease somewhere.
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I am not a teacher, but an awakener.
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States strong enough to do good are but few. Their number would seem limited to three.
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Poetry is play. I'd even rather have you think of it as a sport. For instance, like football.
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For I have had too much Of apple-picking:I am overtired Of the great harvest I myself desired.
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Time and tide wait for no man, but time always stands still for a woman of 30.
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Whose woods these are I think I know. His house is in the village though; He will not see me stopping here To watch his woods fill up with snow.
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Oh, come forth into the storm and rout And be my love in the rain.
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A turning point in modern history.
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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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Poetry is what gets lost in translation.
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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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Originality and initiative are what I ask for my country.
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Earth's the right place for love. I don't know where it's likely to go better.
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We're either nothing or a God's regret.
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Style is that which indicates how the writer takes himself and what he is saying. It is the mind skating circles around itself as it moves forward.