Robert Frost
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In three words I can sum up everything I've learned about life: it goes on.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep. But I have promises to keep, and miles to go before I sleep.

Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words.

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

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

By working faithfully eight hours a day you may eventually get to be boss and work twelve hours a day.

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 best way out is always through.

My sorrow, when she's here with me, thinks these dark days of autumn rain are beautiful as days can be; she loves the bare, the withered tree; she walks the sodden pasture lane.

A poem begins in delight and ends in wisdom.

Love is an irresistible desire to be irresistibly desired.

I'm not confused. I'm just well mixed.

You can't get too much winter in the winter.

The only way round is through.

The ear is the only true writer and the only true reader.

We dance round in a ring and suppose, but the secret sits in the middle and knows.

You can be a rank insider as well as a rank outsider.

Poetry is what gets lost in translation.

Forgive, O Lord, my little jokes on Thee, and I'll forgive Thy great big joke on me.

The jury consist of twelve persons chosen to decide who has the better lawyer.