Some say the world will end in fire, some say in ice.

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.

All thought is a feat of association; having what's in front of you bring up something in your mind that you almost didn't know you knew

But not gold in commercial quantities, Just enough gold to make the engagement rings And marriage rings of those who owned the farm. What gold more innocent could one have asked for?

Nature is always hinting at us.

All great things are done for their own sake.

By working faithfully eight hours a day you may eventually get to be boss and work twelve hours a day.