Quotes by Robert Frost
Oh I kept the first for another dayYet knowing how way leads on to way,I doubted if should ever come back.
The brain is a wonderful organ; it starts working the moment you get up in the morning and does not stop until you get into the office. Work
And work was little in the house, She was free,
Don't discount our powers; We have made a pass At the infinite,
Artists the minute they set up as artists, Before, that is, they are themselves accepted,...
I would as soon write free verse as play tennis with the net down.
We dance round in a ring and suppose, While the secret sits in the middle and knows
I sang of death but had I known The many deaths one must have died Before he came to meet his own!
I only hope that when I am free, As they are free, to go in quest...
I had not taken the first step in knowledge; I had not learned to let go with the hands,...
Warren returned—too soon, it seemed to her, Slipped to her side, caught up her hand and waited....
For these have governed in our lives, And see how men have warred....
It must have looked as if the course He steered was really straight away...
A jury consists of twelve persons chosen to decide who has the better lawer.
We dance in a circle and suppose, while the secret sits in the middle and knows.
Life is not so sinister-grave. Matter of fact has made them brave....
The question is whether they've reached a depth Of desperation that would warrant poetry's...
Before I built a wall I'd ask to know What I was walling in or walling out, And to whom I was like to give offense.
You mean about success, And how by its own logic it concentrates All wealth and power in too few hands?
Not to sink under being man and wife, But get some color and music out of life?
By working faithfully eight hours a day, you may eventually get to be a boss and work twelve hours a day.
You went to meet the shell's embrace of fire On Vimy Ridge; and when you fell that day...
No burst of nuclear phenomenon That put an end to what was going on Could make much difference to the dead and gone.
As it is more blessed to give than receive, so it must be more blessed to receive than to give back.
Then word goes forth in Formic: "Death's come to Jerry McCormic, Our selfless forager Jerry.
