There is the fear that we shan't prove worthy in the eyes of someone who knows us at least as well as we know ourselves. That is the fear of God. And there is the fear of Man -fear that men won't understand us and we shall be cut of from them.
Robert FrostWhy make so much of fragmentary blue In here and there a bird, or butterfly, Or flower, or wearing-stone, or open eye, When heaven presents in sheets the solid hue?
Robert FrostI cut my own hair. I got sick of barbers because they talk too much. And too much of their talk was about my hair coming out.
Robert FrostIt's hard to get into this world and hard to get out of it, and what's in between doesn't make much sense.
Robert Frost