Robert Frost Quotes
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Don't be agnostic - be something.
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Freedom is slavery some poets tell us. Enslave yourself to the right leader's truth, Christ's or Karl Marx', and it will set you free.
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The land was ours before we were the land s. She was our land more than a hundred years before we were her people.
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Yes, and even for the past...that it will turn out to have been all right for what it was. Something I can accept. Mistakes made by the self I had to be or was not able to be.
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Love is an irresistable desire to be irresistably desired. Poetry begins in delight and ends in wisdom.
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I have been one acquainted with the night.
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The chief reason for going to school is to get the impression fixed for life that there is a book side for everything.
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If the writer does not cry, the reader does not cry.
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All those who try to go it sole alone, Too proud to be beholden for relief, Are absolutely sure to come to grief.
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There is little much beyond the grave, but the strong are saying nothing until they see.
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But these are flowers that fly and all but sing: And now from having ridden out desire They lie closed over in the wind and cling Where wheels have freshly sliced the April mire.
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Men work together, whether they work together or apart.
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The nearest friends can go With anyone to death, comes so far short They might as well not try to go at all.
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When I was young, I was so interested in baseball that my family was afraid I'd waste my life and be a pitcher. Later they were afraid I'd waste my life and be a poet. They were right.
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My definition of poetry (if I were forced to give one) would be this: words that have become deeds.
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Ants are a curious race.
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There is much in nature against us. But we forget: Take nature altogether since time began, Including human nature, in peace and war, And it must be a little more in favor of man....
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The line-storm clouds fly tattered and swift, The road is forlorn all day, Where a myriad snowy quartz stones lift, And the hoof-prints vanish away. The roadside flowers, too wet for the bee, Expend their bloom in vain. Come over the hills and far with me, And be my love in the rain.
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Now close the windows and hush all the fields: If the trees must, let them silently toss....
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I was under twenty when I deliberately put it to myself one night after good conversation that there are moments when we actually touch in talk what the best writing can only come near. The curse of our book language is not so much that it keeps forever to the same set phrases . . . but that it sounds forever with the same reading tones. We must go out into the vernacular for tones that haven't been brought to book.
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It comes down to a doubt about the wisdom Of having children after having had them, So there is nothing we can do about it But warn the children they perhaps should have none.
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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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The problem for the King is just how strict The lack of liberty, the squeeze of the law And discipline should be in school and state....
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Poetry should be common in experience but uncommon in books.