Robert Frost Quotes
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Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words.
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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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Yes, of course [this age] is materialistic, but the only way to counteract it is to create spiritual things. Don't worry yourself about the materialism too much. Create and stir other people to create!
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The reason why worry kills more people than work is that more people worry than work.
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I am not a teacher, but an awakener.
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Summoning artists to participate In the august occasions of the state Seems something artists ought to celebrate. Today is for my cause a day of days.
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The ear is the only true writer and the only true reader.
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One luminary clock against the sky Proclaimed the time was neither wrong nor right.
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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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The father is always a Republican toward his son, and his mother's always a Democrat.
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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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I would have written of me on my stone: I had a lover's quarrel with the world.
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Our very life depends on everythings' recurring til we answer from within.
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There would be more than ocean-water broken Before God's last Put out the Light was spoken.
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Leaves and bark, leaves and bark, To lean against and hear in the dark. Petals I may have once pursued. Leaves are all my darker mood.
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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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Forgive, O Lord, my little jokes on Thee, and I'll forgive Thy great big joke on me.
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I'm not confused. I'm just well mixed.
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The mind-is not the heart. I may yet live, as I know others live, To wish in vain to let go with the mind- Of cares, at night, to sleep; but nothing tells me That I need learn to let go with the heart.
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Summary riposte To the dreary wail There's no knowing what Love is all about. Poets know a lot.