For dear me, why abandon a beliefMerely because it ceases to... - Robert Frost

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

"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."

"Poetry is a way of taking life by the throat."

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

"A bank is a place where they lend you an umbrella in fair weather and ask for it back when it begins to rain."