I've given offense by saying I'd as soon write free verse as play tennis with the net down.
Robert FrostI heard someone say he [Carl Sandburg] was the kind of writer who had everything to gain and nothing to lose by being translated into another language.
Robert FrostThe line-storm clouds fly tattered and swift, The road is forlorn all day, Where a myriad snowy quartz stones lift, And the hoof-prints vanish away. The roadside flowers, too wet for the bee, Expend their bloom in vain. Come over the hills and far with me, And be my love in the rain.
Robert FrostLife is tons of discipline. Your first discipline is your vocabulary; then your grammar and your punctuation
Robert Frost