Nor is there wanting in the pressSome spirit to stand simply forth,Heroic in it nakedness,Against the uttermost of earth.The tale of earth's unhonored thingsSounds nobler there than 'neath the sun;And...
To be a poet is a condition, not a profession.
The woods are lovely, dark and deep. But I have promises to keep, and miles to go before I sleep.
An idea is a feat of association, and the height of it is a good metaphor.
We ran as if to meet the moon.
Humor is the most engaging cowardice.
The best way out is always through.
By faithfully working eight hours a day you may eventually get to be boss and work twelve hours a day.
More than once I should have lost my soul to radicalism if it had been the originality it was mistaken for by its young converts.
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I
It looked as if a night of dark intent was coming, and not only a night, an age. Someone had better be prepared for rage...
Modern poets talk against business, poor things, but all of us write for money. Beginners are subjected to trial by market.
Take care to sell your horse before he dies. The art of life is passing losses on.
Originality and initiative are what I ask for my country.
How many things have to happen to you before something occurs to you?
A person will sometimes devote all his life to the development of one part of his body - the wishbone.
A civilized society is one which tolerates eccentricity to the point of doubtful sanity.
At bottom the world isn't a joke. We only joke about it to avoid an issue with someone to let someone know that we know he's there with his questions to disarm him by seeming to have heard and done...
No tears in the writer, no tears in the reader. No surprise for the writer, no surprise for the reader.
Two roads diverged in a wood and I - I took the one less traveled by, and that has made all the difference.