More quotes by Robert Frost

"Forgive, O Lord, my little jokes on TheeAnd I'll forgive Thy great big one on me."
"A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness."
"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."
"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."
"No tears in the writer, no tears in the reader. No surprise in the writer, no surprise in the reader."