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The Truth Is The River Flows Into The Canyon Of Ceasing-to-question-what-doesn't-concern-us, As Sooner Or Later We Have To Cease Somewhere.

All The Fun Is In How You Say A Thing.

I Still Say The Only Education Worth Anything Is Self-education.

In Three Words I Can Sum Up Everything I've Learned About Life: It Goes On.

... A Nation Has To Take Its Natural Course Of Progress Round And Round In Circles From King To Mob To King To Mob To King Until The Eddy Of It Eddies Out.

Live And Let Live, Believe And Let Believe. 'twas Said The Lesser Gods Were Only Traits Of The One Awful God. Just So The Saints Are God's White Light Refracted Into Colors.

What Is Required Is Sight And Insight- Then You Might Add One More: Excite.

Pressed Into Service Means Pressed Out Of Shape.

If There Is One Thing In Life That I Have Learned About Life It Is... It Goes On.

You Can't Get Too Much Winter In The Winter.

All Thought Is A Feat Of Association; Having What's In Front Of You Bring Up Something In Your Mind That You Almost Didn't Know You Knew

No Memory Of Having Starred Atones For Later Disregard, Or Keeps The End From Being Hard.

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

I End Not Far From My Going Forth By Picking The Faded Blue Of The Last Remaining Aster Flower To Carry Again To You.

We Get Twitted Now And Then On How We Made This Country. Well, We Took The Whole Business, Of Course. It's Not Just That Corner That We Took From Mexico. When We Got It All Together, We Got A Very Shapely Country-the Best Continental Cut In All The World, Between The Two Oceans And In The Right Temperature Zone.

The Heart Can Think Of No Devotion Greater Than Being Shore To The Ocean- Holding The Curve Of One Position, Counting An Endless Repetition.

I Alone Of English Writers Have Consciously Set Myself To Make Music Out Of What I May Call The Sound Of Sense.

Education Is The Ability To Listen To Almost Anything Without Losing Your Temper Or Your Self-confidence.

You Can't Trust God To Be Unmerciful. There You Have The Beginning Of All Wisdom.

The Footpath Down To The Well Is Healed.

I Have Stood Still And Stopped The Sound Of Feet When Far Away An Interrupted Cry Came Over Houses From Another Street, But Not To Call Me Back Or Say Good-bye.

I Fail To See What Fun, What Satisfaction / A God Can Find In Laughing At How Badly / Men Fumble At The Possibilities.

I Am Not A Teacher. I Am An Awakener.

Poetry Is A Reaching Out Forward Expression, An Effort To Find Fulfillment

A Poem Begins With A Lump In The Throat; A Homesickness Or A Love Sickness. It Is A Reaching-out Toward Expression; An Effort To Find Fulfillment. A Complete Poem Is One Where An Emotion Has Found Its Thought And The Thought Has Found Words.

Affection Is An Overpowering Craving To Be Compellingly Sought.

Humour Is The Most Engaging Cowardice. With It Myself I Have Been Able To Hold Some Of My Enemy In Play Far Out Of Gunshot.

If The Writer Does Not Cry, The Reader Does Not Cry.

Only Where Love And Need Are One, And The Work Is Play For Mortal Stakes Is The Deed Ever Truly Done For Heaven And The Future's Sakes

Whose Woods These Are I Think I Know. His House Is In The Village Though; He Will Not See Me Stopping Here To Watch His Woods Fill Up With Snow.

The Sidelong Glance Is What You Depend On.

A Voice Said, Look Me In The Stars And Tell Me Truly, Men Of Earth, If All The Soul-and-body Scars Were Not Too Much To Pay For Birth.

There Are Three Things, After All, That A Poem Must Reach: The Eye, The Ear, And What We May Call The Heart Or The Mind. It Is The Most Important Of All To Reach The Heart Of The Reader.

The Only Way Out Is Through.

Christian Inspirational

How Many Times It Thundered Before Franklin Took The Hint! How Many Apples Fell On Newton's Head Before He Took The Hint! Nature Is Always Hinting At Us. It Hints Over And Over Again. And Suddenly We Take The Hint.

I Hope To Leave Behind A Few Poems It Will Be Hard To Get Rid Of.

Let Cloud Shapes Swarm, / Let Chaos Storm, / I Wait For Form.

Poets Are Like Baseball Pitchers. Both Have Their Moments. The Intervals Are The Tough Things.

I Never Dared To Be Radical When Young For Fear It Would Make Me Conservative When Old.

Everyone Asks For Freedom For Himself, The Man Free Love, The Businessman Free Trade, The Writer And Talker Free Speech And Free Press.

Writing Free Verse Is Like Playing Tennis With The Net Down.

The First Thing I Do In The Morning Is To Make My Bed And While I Am Making Up My Bed I Am Making Up My Mind As To What Kind Of A Day I Am Going To Have.

For, Dear Me, Why Abandon A Belief, Merely Because It Ceases To Be True, Cling To It Long Enough, And Not A Doubt, It Will Turn True Again, For So It Goes.

If You're Looking For Something To Be Brave About, Consider Fine Arts.

Nature's Never Quite Sure She Hasn't Erred In Her Vague Design.

But I Have Promises To Keep, And Miles To Go Before I Sleep, And Miles To Go Before I Sleep.

I Play Better Tennis Because The Court Is There.

Not Yesterday I Learned To Know The Love Of Bare November Days Before The Coming Of The Snow.

Create And Stir Other People To Create.

But These Are Flowers That Fly And All But Sing: And Now From Having Ridden Out Desire They Lie Closed Over In The Wind And Cling Where Wheels Have Freshly Sliced The April Mire.

And Nothing To Look Backward To With Pride, And Nothing To Look Forward To With Hope.

Space Ails Us Moderns: We Are Sick With Space.

Everything Written Is As Good As It Is Dramatic. It Need Not Declare Itself In Form, But It Is Drama Or Nothing.

Anything More Than The Truth Would Have Seemed Too Weak.

The Best Way To Hate Is The Worst. 'tis To Find What The Hated Need, Never Mind Of What Actual Worth, And Wipe That Out Of The Earth. Let Them Die Of Unsatisfied Greed.

Fireflies In The Garden By Robert Frost 1874–1963 Here Come Real Stars To Fill The Upper Skies, And Here On Earth Come Emulating Flies, That Though They Never Equal Stars In Size, (and They Were Never Really Stars At Heart) Achieve At Times A Very Star-like Start. Only, Of Course, They Can't Sustain The Part.

Possessing What We Still Were Unpossessed By, Possessed By What We Now No More Possessed.

My Goal In Life Is To Unite My Avocation With My Vocation, As My Two Eyes Make One In Sight.

The Trees That Have It In Their Pent-up Buds To Darken Nature And Be Summer Woods.

Forgive Me My Nonsense, As I Also Forgive The Nonsense Of Those That Think They Talk Sense.

I Write To Find Out What I Didn't Know I Knew.

I'm Not A Teacher, But An Awakener.

I Was Under Twenty When I Deliberately Put It To Myself One Night After Good Conversation That There Are Moments When We Actually Touch In Talk What The Best Writing Can Only Come Near. The Curse Of Our Book Language Is Not So Much That It Keeps Forever To The Same Set Phrases . . . But That It Sounds Forever With The Same Reading Tones. We Must Go Out Into The Vernacular For Tones That Haven't Been Brought To Book.

You Can Be A Rank Insider As Well As A Rank Outsider.

The Ear Is The Only True Writer And The Only True Reader. I Know People Who Read Without Hearing The Sentence Sounds And They Were The Fastest Readers. Eye Readers We Call Them. They Get The Meaning By Glances. But They Are Bad Readers Because They Miss The Best Part Of What A Good Writer Puts Into His Work.

"if It Were A Dog, It Would Have Bitten You Already." Actual Twents: "at E Ne Hond Was, Dan E Oew Allange Ebettene." Meaning: Said To Someone Who Is Looking For Something Which Is Right Under His Nose. Source: Twents Woordenbook. Twents In Woord En Gebruik.

The Line-storm Clouds Fly Tattered And Swift, The Road Is Forlorn All Day, Where A Myriad Snowy Quartz Stones Lift, And The Hoof-prints Vanish Away. The Roadside Flowers, Too Wet For The Bee, Expend Their Bloom In Vain. Come Over The Hills And Far With Me, And Be My Love In The Rain.

Style Is Less The Man Than The Way A Man Takes Himself.

An Idea Is A Feat Of Association, And The Height Of It Is A Good Metaphor.

You've Got To Be Brave And You've Got To Be Bold. Brave Enough To Take Your Chance On Your Own Discrimination, What's Right And What's Wrong, What's Good And What's Bad.

All Those Who Try To Go It Sole Alone, Too Proud To Be Beholden For Relief, Are Absolutely Sure To Come To Grief.

I Could Define Poetry This Way: It Is That Which Is Lost Out Of Both Prose And Verse In Translation.

Don't Join Too Many Gangs. Join Few If Any. Join The United States And Join The Family- But Not Much In Between Unless A College.

I Am One Who Has Been Acquainted With The Night

Oh, Come Forth Into The Storm And Rout And Be My Love In The Rain.

Our Very Life Depends On Everything's Recurring Till We Answer From Within.

For I Have Had Too Much Of Apple-picking:i Am Overtired Of The Great Harvest I Myself Desired.

Courage Is The Human Virtue That Counts Most-courage To Act On Limited Knowledge And Insufficient Evidence. That's All Any Of Us Have.

He Says The Best Way Out Is Always Through. / And I Can Agree To That, Or In So Far / As That I Can See No Way Out But Through

One Could Do Worse Than Be A Swinger Of Birches.

What Is Done Is Done For The Love Of It- Or Not Really Done At All.

I Have Wished A Bird Would Fly Away, And Not Sing By My House All Day.

Love Has Earth To Which She Clings.

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.

The Sister's Face Fell All In Wrinkles Of Responsibility. She Wanted To Do Right. She'd Have To Think.

The Armful For Every Parcel I Stoop Down To Seize I Lose Some Other Off My Arms And Knees, And The Whole Pile Is Slipping, Bottles, Buns, Extremes Too Hard To Comprehend At. Once Yet Nothing I Should Care To Leave Behind. With All I Have To Hold With Hand And Mind And Heart, If Need Be, I Will Do My Best. To Keep Their Building Balanced At My Breast. I Crouch Down To Prevent Them As They Fall; Then Sit Down In The Middle Of Them All. I Had To Drop The Armful In The Road And Try To Stack Them In A Better Load.

The Father Is Always A Republican Toward His Son, And His Mother's Always A Democrat.

There Would Be More Than Ocean-water Broken Before God's Last Put Out The Light Was Spoken.

Courage Is In The Air In Bracing Whiffs Better Than All The Stalemate An's And Ifs.

If Society Fits You Comfortably Enough, You Call It Freedom.

I'd Like To Get Away From Earth Awhile / And Then Come Back To It And Begin Over.

There Are Two Kinds Of Teachers: The Kind That Fill You With So Much Quail Shot That You Can't Move, And The Kind That Just Gives You A Little Prod Behind And You Jump To The Skies.

Good Fences Make Good Neighbors.

Absence Makes The Heart Grow Fonder

Mind Your Own Business

The Worst Disease Which Can Afflict Executives In Their Work Is Not, As Popularly Supposed, Alcoholism; It's Egotism.

The Old Dog Barks Backward Without Getting Up I Can Remember When He Was A Pup.

You're Always Believing Ahead Of Your Evidence. What Was The Evidence I Could Write A Poem? I Just Believed It. The Most Creative Thing In Us Is To Believe In A Thing.

The Only Certain Freedom's In Departure.

Earth's The Right Place For Love. I Don't Know Where It's Likely To Go Better.

By Working Faithfully Eight Hours A Day You May Eventually Get To Be Boss And Work Twelve Hours A Day.

Poetry Is Play. I'd Even Rather Have You Think Of It As A Sport. For Instance, Like Football.

The Mind-is Not The Heart. I May Yet Live, As I Know Others Live, To Wish In Vain To Let Go With The Mind- Of Cares, At Night, To Sleep; But Nothing Tells Me That I Need Learn To Let Go With The Heart.

The Best Thing We're Put Here For's To See; The Strongest Thing That's Given Us To See With's A Telescope. Someone In Every Town, Seems To Me, Owes It To The Town To Keep One.

Butterflies...flowers That Fly And All But Sing.

Monarch Butterfly

In Heaven We Are All Ghostwriters, If We Write At All.

Let Him That Is Without Stone Among You Cast The First Thing He Can Lay His Hands On.

One Aged Man - One Man - Can't Fill A House.

Every Poem Is A Momentary Stay Against The Confusion Of The World.

I Always Entertain Great Hopes.

A Liberal Is A Man Too Broadminded To Take His Own Side In A Quarrel.

I Own I Never Really Warmed To The Reformer Or Reformed. And Yet Conversion Has Its Place Not Halfway Down The Scale Of Grace.

I Go To School The Youth To Learn The Future.

When I Was Young My Teachers Were The Old. I Gave Up Fire For Form Till I Was Cold.

The Beauty Of Enmity Is Insecurity; The Beauty Of Friendship Is In Security.

People Are Inexterminable - Like Flies And Bed-bugs. There Will Always Be Some That Survive In Cracks And Crevices - That's Us.

When Clever People Ask Me Where I Get A Poem, I Despair.

For Dear Me, Why Abandon A Belief Merely Because It Ceases To Be True

What Makes A Nation In The Beginning Is A Good Piece Of Geography.

For Hard It Is To Keep From Being King When It's In You And In The Situation.

The Master Speed No Speed Of Wind Or Water Rushing By But You Have Speed Far Greater. You Can Climb Back Up A Stream Of Radiance To The Sky, And Back Through History Up The Stream Of Time. And You Were Given This Swiftness, Not For Haste Nor Chiefly That You May Go Where You Will, But In The Rush Of Everything To Waste, That You May Have The Power Of Standing Still-- Off Any Still Or Moving Thing You Say. Two Such As You With Such A Master Speed From One Another Once You Are Agreed That Life Is Only Life Forevermore Together Wing To Wing And Oar To Oar.

The Nearest Friends Can Go With Anyone To Death, Comes So Far Short They Might As Well Not Try To Go At All.

As For His Evil Tidings, Belshazzar's Overthrow, Why Hurry To Tell Belshazzar What Soon Enough He Would Know?

What Is This Talked-of Mystery Of Birth. But Being Mounted Bareback On The Earth?

You Can Be A Little Ungrammatical If You Come From The Right Part Of The Country.

Freedom Lies In Being Bold.

End Is A Gloomy Word.

The Sun Was Warm But The Wind Was Chill. You Know How It Is With An April Day. When The Sun Is Out And The Wind Is Still, You're One Month On In The Middle Of May. But If You So Much As Dare To Speak, A Cloud Come Over The Sunlit Arch, And Wind Comes Off A Frozen Peak, And You're Two Months Back In The Middle Of March.

When A Friend Calls To Me From The Road And Slows His Horse To A Meaning Walk, I Don't Stand Still And Look Around On All The Hills I Haven't Hoed, And Shout From Where I Am, What Is It? No, Not As There Is A Time To Talk. I Thrust My Hoe In The Mellow Ground, Blade-end Up And Five Feet Tall, And Plod: I Go Up To The Stone Wall For A Friendly Visit.

The Reason Artists Show So Little Interest In Public Freedom Is Because The Freedom They've Come To Feel The Need Of Is A Kind No One Can Give Them They Can Scarce Attain The Freedom Of Their Own Material.

My Long Two-pointed Ladder's Sticking Through A Tree Toward Heaven Still, And There's A Barrel That I Didn't Fill Beside It, And There May Be Two Or Three Apples I Didn't Pick Upon Some Bough. But I Am Done With Apple-picking Now. Essence Of Winter Sleep Is On The Night, The Scent Of Apples: I Am Drowsing Off.

No, In Country Money, The Country Scale Of Gain, The Requisite Lift Of Spirit Has Never Been Found.

I Have Never Started A Poem Yet Whose End I Knew. Writing A Poem Is Discovering.

You Don't Have To Deserve Your Mother's Love. You Have To Deserve Your Father S. He's More Particular. The Father Is Always A Republican Towards His Son, And His Mother's Always A Democrat.

Belief Is Better Than Anything Else, And It Is Best When Rapt - Above Paying Its Respects To Anybody's Doubt Whatsoever.

For Me The Initial Delight Is In The Surprise Of Remembering Something I Didn't Know I Knew. I Have Never Started A Poem Yet Whose End I Knew.

Poetry Is The Renewal Of Words, Setting Them Free, And That's What A Poet Is Doing: Loosening The Words.

Being The Boss Anywhere Is Lonely. Being A Female Boss In A World Of Mostly Men Is Especially So.

And Of Course There Must Be Something Wrong In Wanting To Silence Any Song.

The World Is Full Of Willing People; Some Willing To Work, The Rest Willing To Let Them.

I Hold It To Be The Inalienable Right Of Anybody To Go To Hell In His Own Way.

Families Break Up When They Get Hints You Don't Intend And Miss Hints That You Do.

A Civilized Society Is One Which Tolerates Eccentricity To The Point Of Doubtful Sanity.

I Turned To Speak To God About The World's Despair But To Make Bad Matters Worse I Found God Wasn't There.

More Men Die Of Worry Than Of Work, Because More Men Worry Than Work.

Poetry Is About The Grief. Politics Is About The Grievance.

There Never Was Any Heart Truly Great And Generous, That Was Not Also Tender And Compassionate.

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.

Love Is An Irresistible Desire To Be Irresistibly Desired.

The Strongest And Most Effective Force In Guaranteeing The Long-term Maintenance Of Power Is Not Violence In All The Forms Deployed By The Dominant To Control The Dominated, But Consent In All The Forms In Which The Dominated Acquiesce In Their Own Domination.

A True Sonnet Goes Eight Lines And Then Takes A Turn For Better Or Worse And Goes Six Or Eight Lines More.

The Difference Between A Job And A Career Is The Difference Between Forty And Sixty Hours A Week.

What You Want, What You're Hanging Around In The World Waiting For, Is For Something To Occur To You.

Poetry Is A Way Of Taking Life By The Throat.

An Idea Is A Feat Of Association.

Do You Know, Considering The Market, There Are More Poems Produced Than Any Other Thing? No Wonder Poets Sometimes Have To Seem So Much More Businesslike Than Businessmen. Their Wares Are So Much Harder To Get Rid Of.

I Have Miles To Go Before I Sleep.

The Brain Is A Wonderful Organ; It Starts Working The Moment You Get Up In The Morning And Does Not Stop Until You Get Into The Office.

There Is One Thing More Exasperating Than A Wife Who Can Cook And Won't, And That's A Wife Who Can't Cook And Will.

Any Eye Is An Evil Eye That Looks In On To A Mood Apart.

Most Of The Change We Think We See In Life Is Due To Truths Being In And Out Of Favor.

You, Of Course, Are A Rose-- But Were Always A Rose.

A Bank Is A Place Where They Lend You An Umbrella In Fair Weather And Ask For It Back When It Begins To Rain.

At Bottom The World Isn't A Joke. We Only Joke About It To Avoid An Issue With Someone, To Let Someone Know That We Know He's There With His Questions; To Disarm Him By Seeming To Have Heard And Done Justice To His Side Of The Standing Argument.

There Is Absolutely No Reason For Being Rushed Along With The Rush. Everybody Should Be Free To Go Slow.

The Poet, As Everyone Knows, Must Strike His Individual Note Sometime Between The Ages Of Fifteen And Twenty-five. He May Hold It A Long Time, Or A Short Time, But It Is Then That He Must Strike It Or Never. School And College Have Been Conducted With The Almost Express Purpose Of Keeping Him Busy With Something Else Till The Danger Of His Ever Creating Anything Is Past.

I Am Sure I Have Heard This Several Times From Places I Can't Recall, But It's Not Already In The Gaia Quotes Database, So I Add This Profound Insight From The Fields Of Psychological Healing And Spiritual Evolution. It Sure Has Helped Me.

A Champion Of The Workingman Has Never Been Known To Die Of Overwork.

I Heard Someone Say He [carl Sandburg] Was The Kind Of Writer Who Had Everything To Gain And Nothing To Lose By Being Translated Into Another Language.

I Have Remained Resentful To This Day When Any But Myself Presumed To Say That There Was Anything I Couldn't Be.

Summoning Artists To Participate In The August Occasions Of The State Seems Something Artists Ought To Celebrate. Today Is For My Cause A Day Of Days.

The People I Am Most Afraid Of Are Those Who Are The Most Afraid.

Happiness Makes Up In Height For What It Lacks In Length.

Writing A Poem Is Discovering.

Some Say The World Will End In Fire, Some Say In Ice.

He Burned His House Down For The Fire Insurance And Spent The Proceeds On A Telescope.

The Way A Crow Shook Down On Me The Dust Of Snow From A Hemlock Tree Has Given My Heart A Change Of Mood And Saved Some Part Of A Day I Had Rued.

Only God And I Knew What I Meant When I Wrote It, Now Only God Knows

One Luminary Clock Against The Sky Proclaimed The Time Was Neither Wrong Nor Right.

I've Given Offense By Saying I'd As Soon Write Free Verse As Play Tennis With The Net Down.

Before I Built A Wall I'd Ask To Know What I Was Walling In Or Walling Out.

Live Life Like Its The Last Breath You Take For That Breath Is The Whole Essence Of Living, The Little Things In Life Are What Connects Us To All The Big Things We Live For

Scholars And Artists Thrown Together Are Often Annoyed At The Puzzle Of Where They Differ. Both Work From Knowledge; But I Suspectthey Differ Most Importantly In The Way Their Knowledge Is Come By. Scholars Get Theirs With Conscientious Thoroughness Along Projected Lines Of Logic; Poets Theirs Cavalierly And As It Happens In And Out Of Books. They Stick To Nothing Deliberately, But Let What Will Stick To Them Like Burrs Where They Walk In The Fields.

The Figure A Poem Makes. It Begins In Delight And Ends In Wisdom... In A Clarification Of Life - Not Necessarily A Great Clarification, Such As Sects And Cults Are Founded On, But In A Momentary Stay Against Confusion.

Americans Are Like A Rich Father Who Wishes He Knew How To Give His Son The Hardships That Made Him Rich.

Such Heaps Of Broken Glass To Sweep Away / You'd Think The Inner Dome Of Heaven Had Fallen.

Life Is Tons Of Discipline. Your First Discipline Is Your Vocabulary; Then Your Grammar And Your Punctuation

A Mother Takes Twenty Years To Make A Man Of Her Boy, And Another Woman Makes A Fool Of Him In Twenty Minutes.

I'd Just As Soon Play Tennis With The Net Down.

But I May Be One Who Does Not Care Ever To Have Tree Bloom Or Bear.

He Thought That I Was After Him For A Feather--- The White One In His Tail: Like One Who Takes Everything Said As Personal To Himself.

Freedom Is When You Are Easy In The Harness.

Than Smoke And Mist Who Better Could Appraise The Kindred Spirit Of An Inner Haze?

The Test Is Always How We Treat The Poor.

Let Me Be The One To Do What Is Done.

Half The World Is Composed Of People Who Have Something To Say And Can't, And The Other Half Who Have Nothing To Say And Keep On Saying It.

Why 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?

I Think I Know Enough Of Hate To Say That For Destruction Ice Is Also Great And Would Suffice.

What An Exciting Age It Is We Live In With All This Talk About The Hope Of Youth And Nothing Made Of Youth.

The Only Way Round Is Through.

Life Is Tons Of Discipline. Your First Discipline Is Your Vocabulary; Then Your Grammar And Your Punctuation Then, In Your Exuberance And Bounding Energy You Say You're Going To Add To That. Then You Add Rhyme And Meter. And Your Delight Is In That Power.

Democracy Is The Best Chance For The Best People.

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