I've given offense by saying I'd as soon write free verse as play tennis with the net down.

Nature is always hinting at us. It hints over and over again. And suddenly we take the hint.

I hold it to be the inalienable right of anybody to go to hell in his own way.

Courage is the human virtue that counts most-courage to act on limited knowledge and insufficient evidence. That's all any of us have.

Have I not walked without an upward look Of caution under stars that very well Might not have missed me when they shot and fell? It was a risk I had to take-and took.

Like a piece of ice on a hot stove the poem must ride on its own melting. . . . Read it a hundred times; it will forever keep its freshness as a metal keeps its fragrance. It can never lose its sense of a meaning that once unfolded by surprise as it went.

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