God made a beauteous garden With lovely flowers strown, But one straight, narrow pathway That was not overgrown. And to this beauteous garden He brought mankind to live, And said "To you, my children, These lovely flowers I give. Prune ye my vines and fig trees, With care my flowers tend, But keep the pathway open Your home is at the end." God's Garden

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

I alone of English writers have consciously set myself to make music out of what I may call the sound of sense.

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

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.

Such heaps of broken glass to sweep away / You'd think the inner dome of heaven had fallen.

Some say the world will end in fire, Some say in ice. From what I've tasted of desire, I hold with those who favor fire. But if it had to perish twice I think I know enough of hate To say that for destruction ice Is also great And would suffice.