Forgive me my nonsense, as I also forgive the nonsense of those that think they talk sense.
Two roads diverged in a wood and I — I took the one less traveled by, and that has made all the difference.
A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness.
Robert Frost — quotes and aphorisms
The woods are lovely, dark and deep. But I have promises to keep, and miles to go before I sleep.