How many things have to happen to you before something occurs to you?

A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness.

The best way for a person to have happy thoughts is to count his blessings and not his cash. Happiness makes up in height for what it lacks in length.

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, And sorry I could not travel both And be one traveler, long I stood And looked down one as far as I could To where it bent in the undergrowth.

I have miles to go before I sleep.

Nature does not complete things. She is chaotic. Man must finish, and he does so by making a garden and building a wall.

Any work of art must first of all tell a story.