I end not far from my going forth By picking the faded blue Of the last remaining aster flower To carry again to you.

Oh, come forth into the storm and rout And be my love in the rain.

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

We cannot tell some people what it is believe, partly because they are too stupid to understand, partly because we are too proudly vague to explain.

You don't have to deserve your mother's love. You have to deserve your father's.

O hushed October morning mild, Begin the hours of this day slow, Make the day seem to us less brief... Retard the sun with gentle mist; Enchant the land with amethyst.

Poets like Shakespeare know more about poetry than any $25 an hour man.