Half the world is composed of people who have something to say and can't, and the other half who have nothing to say and keep on saying it.

Americans are like a rich father who wishes he knew how to give his son the hardships that made him rich.

I think I know enough of hate to say that for destruction ice is also great and would suffice.

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.

One age is like another for the soul.

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

Nearly everybody is looking for something brave to do. I don't know why people shouldn't write poetry. That's brave.