Robert Frost

"A person will sometimes devote all his life to the development of one part of his body - the wishbone."

"We ran as if to meet the moon."

"Forgive, O Lord, my little jokes on TheeAnd I'll forgive Thy great big one on me."

"Forgive, O Lord, my little jokes on TheeAnd I'll forgive Thy great big one on me."

"Two roads diverged in a wood and I - I took the one less traveled by, and that has made all the difference."

"A poem begins with a lump in the throat; a homesickness or a love sickness. It is a reaching-out toward expression; an effort to find fulfillment. A complete poem is one where an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words."

"We love the things we love for what they are."

"For dear me, why abandon a beliefMerely because it ceases to be true"

"Forgive, O Lord, my little jokes on TheeAnd I'll forgive Thy great big one on me."

"Poetry is what gets lost in translation."

"The way a crowShook down on meThe dust of snowFrom a hemlock treeHas given my heartA change of moodAnd saved some partOf a day I had rued."

"We love the things we love for what they are."

"Happiness makes up in height for what it lacks in length."

"Some say the world will end in fire,Some say in ice.From what I've tasted of desire,I hold with those who favor fire. But if it had to perish twiceI think I know enough of hateTo say that for destruction iceIs also greatAnd would suffice."

"Never be bullied into silence. Never allow yourself to be made a victim. Accept no one’s definition of your life; define yourself."

"A poem begins with a lump in the throat; a homesickness or a love sickness. It is a reaching-out toward expression; an effort to find fulfillment. A complete poem is one where an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words."

"I am not a teacher, but an awakener."

"God made a beauteous garden With lovely flowers strown,But one straight, narrow pathway That was not overgrown.And to this beauteous garden He brought mankind to live,And said "To you, my children, These lovely flowers I give.Prune ye my vines and fig trees, With care my flowers tend,But keep the pathway open Your home is at the end."God's Garden"

"To be a poet is a condition, not a profession."

"But yield who will to their separation, My object in living is to uniteMy avocation and my vocationAs my two eyes make one in sight."