We dance round in a ring and suppose,But the Secret sits in... - Robert Frost

"A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness."

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

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

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

"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?"