The sun was warm but the wind was chill. You know how it is with an April day.

Two roads diverged in a wood and I - I took the one less traveled by, and that has made all the difference.

Fortunately, we don't need to know how bad an age is. There is something we can always be doing without reference to how good or bad the age is.

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

Talking is a hydrant in the yard and writing is a faucet upstairs in the house. Opening the first takes the pressure off the second.

The heart can think of no devotion Greater than being shore to the ocean- Holding the curve of one position, Counting an endless repetition.

Men work together, whether they work together or apart.