The rain to the wind said,
You push and I'll pelt.'
They so smote the garden bed
That the flowers actually knelt,
And lay lodged--though not dead.
I know how the flowers felt.
They cannot scare me with their empty spaces
Between stars—on stars where no human race is.
I have it in me so much nearer home
To scare myself with my own desert places.
Nature's first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf's a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay.
Some say the world will end in fire,
Some say in ice.
From what I've tasted of desire,
I hold with those who favor fire.
But if it had to perish twice
I think I know enough of hate
To say that for destruction ice
Is also great
And would suffice.
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.
The Road Not Taken -
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
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.
What we do get in life and miss so often in literature is the sentence sounds that underlie the words. Words in themselves do not convey meaning.
The world is filled with willing people; some willing to work, the rest willing to let them.
To be social is to be forgiving.
Freedom lies in being bold.
You’re searching... for things that don’t exist; I mean beginnings. Ends and beginnings – there are no such things. There are only middles.
A civilized society is one which tolerates eccentricity to the point of doubtful sanity.
In three words I can sum up everything I've learned about life. It goes on.
Ultimately, this is what you go before God for: You’ve had bad luck and good luck and all you really want in the end is mercy.
Don't ever take a fence down until you know why it was put up.
I am not a teacher, but an awakener.
Why abandon a belief merely because it ceases to be true? Cling to it long enough and it will turn true again, for so it goes. Most of the change we think we see in life is due to truths being in and out of favor.
Americans are like a rich parent who wishes he knew how to give his child the hardships that made him rich.