But yield who will to their separation, My object in living... - Robert Frost

"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."

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

"The rain to the wind said,You push and I'll pelt.'They so smote the garden bedThat the flowers actually knelt,And lay lodged--though not dead.I know how the flowers felt."

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

"The heart can think of no devotionGreater than being shore to the ocean-Holding the curve of one position,Counting an endless repetition."