More quotes by Robert Frost

"Ah, when to the heart of man Was it ever less than a treason To go with the drift of things, To yield with a grace to reason, And bow and accept the end Of a love or a season?"
"A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness."
"We love the things we love for what they are."
"I am not a teacher, but an awakener."
"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."