Freedom lies in being bold.
The greatest thing in family life is to take a hint when a hint is intended-and not to take a hint when a hint isn't intended.
You've got to love what's lovable and hate what's hateable. It takes brains to see the difference.
The only way round is through.
Space ails us moderns: we are sick with space.
A poem begins in delight and ends in wisdom.
Poetry is about the grief. Politics is about the grievance.
Humour is the most engaging cowardice. With it myself I have been able to hold some of my enemy in play far out of gunshot.
Two roads diverged in a wood and I - I took the one less travelled by And that has made all the difference.
The world is full of willing people some willing to work, the rest willing to let them.
There never was any heart truly great and generous, that was not also tender and compassionate.
If society fits you comfortably enough, you call it freedom.
The mind-is not the heart.I may yet live, as I know others live,To wish in vain to let go with the mind
I shall be telling this with a sigh Somewhere ages and ages hence: Two roads diverged in a wood, and I— I took the one less traveled by, And that has made all the difference.
Acquainted with the NightI have been one acquainted with the night.I have walked out in rain—and back in rain.I have outwalked the furthest city light.I have looked down the saddest city lane.I have p...
All thought is a feat of association having what's in front of you bring up something in your mind that you almost didn't know you knew.
The figure a poem makes. It begins in delight and ends in wisdom... in a clarification of life - not necessarily a great clarification, such as sects and cults are founded on, but in a momentary stay...
You have freedom when you're easy in your harness.
I alone of English writers have consciously set myself to make music out of what I may call the sound of sense.
A poem begins with a lump in the throat a homesickness or alovesickness. It is a reaching-out toward expression an effort to find fulfillment. A complete poem is one where an emotion has found its t...