More men die of worry than of work, because more men worry than work.

Writing a poem is discovering.

But I have promises to keep, and miles to go before I sleep, and miles to go before I sleep.

Skepticism, is that anything more than we used to mean when we said, Well, what have we here?

I often say of George Washington that he was one of the few in the whole history of the world who was not carried away by power.

Like a piece of ice on a hot stove the poem must ride on its own melting.

The hurt is not enough: I long for weight and strength. To feel the earth as rough to all my length