A turning point in modern history.

Home is the place where, when you have to go there, they have to take you in.

Modern poets talk against business, poor things, but all of us write for money. Beginners are subjected to trial by market.

Both T.S. Eliot and I like to play, but I like to play euchre, while he likes to play Eucharist.

I believe in teaching, but I don’t believe in going to school.

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 offence. Something there is that doesn't love a wall, That wants it down.

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.