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

What is this talked-of mystery of birth. But being mounted bareback on the earth?

The difference between a man and his valet: they both smoke the same cigars, but only one pays for them.

But not gold in commercial quantities, Just enough gold to make the engagement rings And marriage rings of those who owned the farm. What gold more innocent could one have asked for?

The fact is the sweetest dream that labor knows.

The greatest thing in family life is to take a hint when a hint is intended-and not to take a hint when a hint isn't intended.

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