A bank is a place where they lend you an umbrella in fair weather and ask for it back when it begins to rain.
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.
The worst disease which can afflict executives in their work is not, as popularly supposed, alcoholism it's egotism.
A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness.
Happiness makes up in height for what it lacks in length.
These woods are lovely, dark and deep,But I have promises to keep,And miles to go before I sleep,And miles to go before I sleep.
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,
By working faithfully eight hours a day you may eventually get to be a boss and work 12 hours a day.
Writing free verse is like playing tennis with the net down.
A jury consists of twelve persons chosen to decide who has the better lawyer.
Half the world is composed of people who have something to say and can't and the other half who have nothing to say and keep on saying it.
Americans are like a rich father who wishes he knew how to give his sons the hardships that made him rich.
The ArmfulFor every parcel I stoop down to seizeI lose some other off my arms and knees,And the whole pile is slipping, bottles, buns,Extremes too hard to comprehend at. onceYet nothing I should care...
If one by one we counted people outFor the least sin, it wouldn't take us longTo get so we had no one left to live with.For to be social is to be forgiving.
I've given offense by saying I'd as soon write free verse as play tennis with the net down.
The chief reason for going to school is to get the impression fixed for life that there is a book side for everything.
Always fall in with what you're asked to accept. Take what is given, and make it over your way. My aim in life has always been to hold my own with whatever's going. Not against: with.
The rain to the wind said,You push and I'll pelt.'They so smote the garden bedThat the flowers actually knelt,
The hurt is not enough: I long for weight and strength. To feel the earth as rough to all my length
GATHERING LEAVESSpades take up leavesNo better than spoons,And bags full of leavesAre light as balloons.I make a great noiseOf rustling all dayLike rabbit and deerRunning away.But the mountains I rais...