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.
Quote by Robert Frost
Robert Frost Quotes
Forgive, O Lord, my little jokes on Thee, and I'll forgive Thy great big joke...
The brain is a wonderful organ. It starts working the moment you get up in...
The best things and best people rise out of their separateness; I'm against a homogenized...
To be a poet is a condition, not a profession.
I am glad the invitation pleases your family. It will please my family to the...
By working faithfully eight hours a day you may eventually get to be boss and...
Hell is a half-filled auditorium.
A jury consists of twelve persons chosen to decide who has the better lawyer.
The strongest and most effective force in guaranteeing the long-term maintenance of power is not...
Nobody was ever meant, To remember or invent, What he did with every cent.
No tears in the writer, no tears in the reader. No surprise in the writer,...
Poets are like baseball pitchers. Both have their moments. The intervals are the tough things.
I had a lovers quarrel with the world.
A poet never takes notes. You never take notes in a love affair.
We dance round in a ring and suppose, While the secret sits in the middle...
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I... I took the one less traveled by,...
There is one thing more exasperating than a wife who can cook and won't, and...
Nothing can make injustice just but mercy.
What we live by we die by.
The father is always a Republican toward his son, and his mother's always a Democrat.