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

Some spirit to stand simply forth, Heroic in its nakedness, Against the uttermost of earth.

The people I want to hear about are the people who take risks.

I never knew what was meant by choice of words. It was one word or none.

Lovers, forget your love And list to the love of these She a window flower And he a winter breeze.

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.

For me the initial delight is in the surprise of remembering something I didn't know I knew. I have never started a poem yet whose end I knew.