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Freedom Is Slavery Some Poets Tell Us. Enslave Yourself To The Right Leader's Truth, Christ's Or Karl Marx', And It Will Set You Free.

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Robert Frost

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Freedom Is Slavery Some Poets Tell Us. Enslave Yourself To The Right Leader's Truth, Christ's Or Karl Marx', And It Will Set You Free.

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

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.

The Sidelong Glance Is What You Depend On.

I Shall Set Forth For Somewhere, I Shall Make The Reckless Choice Some Say When They Are In Voice And Tossing So As To Scare The White Clouds Over Them On, I Shall Have Less To Say, But I Shall Be None.

So When At Times The Mob Is Swayed To Carry Praise Or Blame Too Far, We May Choose Something Like A Star To Stay Our Minds On And Be Staid.

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

There Is Much In Nature Against Us. But We Forget: Take Nature Altogether Since Time Began, Including Human Nature, In Peace And War, And It Must Be A Little More In Favor Of Man.

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.

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.

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.

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

For I Thought Epicurus And Lucretius By Nature Meant The Whole Goddam Machinery.

Summary Riposte To The Dreary Wail There's No Knowing What Love Is All About. Poets Know A Lot.

Freedom Is Slavery Some Poets Tell Us. Enslave Yourself To The Right Leader's Truth, Christ's Or Karl Marx', And It Will Set You Free.

A Bird Half Wakened In The Lunar Noon Sang Halfway Through Its Little Inborn Tune.

Forgive, O Lord, My Little Jokes On Thee, And I'll Forgive Thy Great Big Joke On Me.

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

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.

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.

How Many Things Have To Happen To You Before Something Occurs To You?

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

I Dwell With A Strangely Aching Heart In That Vanished Abode There Far Apart

I Hate The Idea That You Ought To Read The Whole Of Anybody.

I Am Assured At Any Rate Man's Practically Inexterminate. Someday I Must Go Into That. There's Always Been An Ararat Where Someone Someone Else Begat To Start The World All Over At.

There Are Few Sorrows, However Poignant, In Which A Good Income Is Of No Avail.

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

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

Nothing Not Built With Hands Of Course Is Sacred. But Here Is Not A Question Of What's Sacred; Rather Of What To Face Or Run Away From. I'd Hate To Be A Runaway From Nature.

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.

Now No Joy But Lacks Salt That Is Not Dashed With Pain And Weariness And Fault; I Crave The Stain Of Tears, The Aftermark Of Almost Too Much Love, The Sweet Of Bitter Bark And Burning Clove.

He Is All Pine And I Am Apple Orchard. My Apple Trees Will Never Get Across And Eat The Cones Under His Pines, I Tell Him. He Only Says, "good Fences Make Good Neighbors.

Nature Does Not Complete Things. She Is Chaotic. Man Must Finish, And He Does So By Making A Garden And Building A Wall.

The People I Want To Hear About Are The People Who Take Risks.

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

There's Nothing I'm Afraid Of Like Scared People.

The Afternoon Knows What The Morning Never Suspected.

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

Thinking Is Not To Agree Or Disagree. That's Voting.

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

Far In The Pillared Dark Thrush Music Went- Almost Like A Call To Come In To The Dark And Lament. But No, I Was Out For Stars: I Would Not Come In. I Meant Not Even If Asked, And I Hadn't Been.

The Only Way Around Is Through.

What Are We? Young Or New? We Must Be Something.

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

An Idea Comes As Near To Something For Nothing As You Can Get.

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.

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

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

Courage Is Of The Heart By Derivation, And Great It Is. But Fear Is Of The Soul.

If One By One We Counted People Out

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 Question That He Frames In All But Words Is What To Make Of A Diminished Thing.

I Have Wished A Bird Would Fly Away, And Not Sing By My House All Day; Have Clapped My Hands At Him From The Door When It Seemed As If I Could Bear No More. The Fault Must Partly Have Been In Me. The Bird Was Not To Blame For His Key. And Of Course There Must Be Something Wrong In Wanting To Silence Any Song.

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

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

Any Work Of Art Must First Of All Tell A Story.

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.

Memento Mori And Obey The Lord. Art And Religion Love The Somber Chord.

Poetry Begins In Trivial Metaphors, Pretty Metaphors, "grace" Metaphors, And Goes On To The Profoundest Thinking That We Have. Poetry Provides The One Permissible Way Of Saying One Thing And Meaning Another. People Say, "why Don’t You Say What You Mean?" We Never Do That, Do We, Being All Of Us Too Much Poets. We Like To Talk In Parables And In Hints And In Indirections - Whether From Diffidence Or Some Other Instinct.

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

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

They Would Not Find Me Changed From Him They Knew - Only More Sure Of All I Thought Was True.

As A Confirmed Astronomer I'm Always For A Better Sky.

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

Nature Is Always Hinting At Us.

Something There Is That Doesn't Love A Wall, And Wants It Down.

Yes, Of Course [this Age] Is Materialistic, But The Only Way To Counteract It Is To Create Spiritual Things. Don't Worry Yourself About The Materialism Too Much. Create And Stir Other People To Create!

Sentences Are Not Different Enough To Hold The Attention Unless They Are Dramatic. No Ingenuity Of Varying Structure Will Do. All That Can Save Them Is The Speaking Tone Of Voice Somehow Entangled In The Words And Fastened To The Page For The Ear Of The Imagination. That Is All That Can Save Poetry From Sing-song, All That Can Save Prose From Itself.

Love Is An Irresistible Desire To Be Irresistibly Desired.

How Are We To Write The Russian Novel In America As Long As Life Goes So Unterribly?

Poets Need Not Go To Niagara To Write About The Force Of Falling Water.

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

Skepticism, Is That Anything More Than We Used To Mean When We Said, Well, What Have We Here?

The Vermont Mountains Stretch Extended Straight; New Hampshire Mountains Curl Up In A Coil.

Of All Crimes The Worst Is To Steal The Glory From The Great And Brave, Even More Accursed Than To Rob The Grave.

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

That Day She Put Our Heads Together, Fate Had Her Imagination About Her, Your Head So Much Concerned With Outer, Mine With Inner, Weather.

Ants Are A Curious Race

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

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.

Tolerance Is The Uncomfortable Feeling That In The End The Other Could Be Right.

Uncomfortable Feeling

Let Me Be The One To Do What Is Done.

To Be Social Is To Be Forgiving.

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

The Chance Is The Remotest, Of Its Going Much Longer Unnoticed, That I'm Not Keeping Pace With The Headlong Human Race

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.

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

The Moon For All Her Light And Grace Has Never Learned To Know Her Place.

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

The Ear Is The Only True Writer And The Only True Reader.

Nothing Gold Can Stay.

Suddenly, Quietly, You Realize That - From This Moment Forth - You Will No Longer Walk Through This Life Alone. Like A New Sun This Awareness Arises Within You, Freeing You From Fear, Opening Your Life. It Is The Beginning Of Love, And The End Of All That Came Before.

I 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.

I Believe In Teaching, But I Don’t Believe In Going To School.

The Problem For The King Is Just How Strict The Lack Of Liberty, The Squeeze Of The Law And Discipline Should Be In School And State.

Style Is That Which Indicates How The Writer Takes Himself And What He Is Saying. It Is The Mind Skating Circles Around Itself As It Moves Forward.

Here Are Your Waters And Your Watering Place. Drink And Be Whole Again Beyond Confusion.

Life Is Tons Of Discipline.

One Age Is Like Another For The Soul.

Word I Was In My Life Alone, / Word I Had No One Left But God.

I Am Not A Nature Poet. There Is Almost Always A Person In My Poems.

We Love The Things We Love For What They Are.

Inspirational Love

Lord, I Have Loved Your Sky, Be It Said Against Or For Me, Have Loved It Clear And High, Or Low And Stormy...

I Never Feel More At Home Than At A Ballgame.

I Am One Who Has Been Acquainted With The Night

Not To Sink Under Being Man And Wife, But Get Some Color And Music Out Of Life?

They Cannot Scare Me With Their Empty Spaces Between Stars—on Stars Where No Human Race Is. I Have It In Me So Much Nearer Home To Scare Myself With My Own Desert Places.

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

Nature Is Always Hinting At Us. It Hints Over And Over Again. And Suddenly We Take The Hint.

Hell Is A Half-filled Auditorium.

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.

Many Lovers Have Been Divorced By Having What Is Free Enforced.

In Spring More Mortal Singers Than Belong To Any One Place Cover Us With Song. Thrush, Bluebird, Blackbird, Sparrow, And Robin Throng.

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

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 Best Things And Best People Rise Out Of Their Separateness; I'm Against A Homogenized Society Because I Want The Cream To Rise.

Unless You Are Educated In Metaphor, You Are Not Safe To Be Let Loose In The World.

It Looked As If A Night Of Dark Intent Was Coming, And Not Only A Night, An Age. Someone Had Better Be Prepared For Rage.

The Only Way Round Is Through.

All The Fun Is In How You Say A Thing.

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

It Was Far In The Sameness Of The Wood; I Was Running With Joy On The Demon's Trail, Though I Knew What I Hunted Was No True God.

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.

Poetry Should Be Common In Experience But Uncommon In Books.

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

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

So Was I Once Myself A Swinger Of Birches. And So I Dream Of Going Back To Be.

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

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

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.

Nothing Can Make Injustice Just But Mercy.

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

All There Is To Writing Is Having Ideas. To Learn To Write Is To Learn To Have Ideas.

It Takes All Sorts Of In And Outdoor Schooling To Get Adapted To My Kind Of Fooling.

Create And Stir Other People To Create.

Nothing Is Quite Honest That Is Not Commercial, But Not Everything Commercial Is Honest.

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.

Unless I'm Wrong I But Obey The Urge Of A Song: I'm-bound-away! And I May Return If Dissatisfied With What I Learn From Having Died.

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

O Hushed October Morning Mild, Begin The Hours Of This Day Slow, Make The Day Seem To Us Less Brief... Retard The Sun With Gentle Mist; Enchant The Land With Amethyst.

Humor Is The Most Engaging Cowardice.

I Never Take My Own Side In A Quarrel.

If One By One We Counted People Out For The Least Sin, It Wouldn't Take Us Long To Get So We Had No One Left To Live With. For To Be Social Is To Be Forgiving.

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.

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

Freud Was Way Off Base In Considering Sex The Fundamental Motivation. The Ruling Passion In Men Is Minding Each Other's Business.

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

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

As It Is More Blessed To Receive, So It Must Be More Blessed To Receive Than To Give Back.

It Comes Down To A Doubt About The Wisdom Of Having Children After Having Had Them, So There Is Nothing We Can Do About It But Warn The Children They Perhaps Should Have None.

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

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.

You Don't Have To Deserve Your Mother's Love. You Have To Deserve Your Father's.

A Poem Begins In Delight And Ends In Wisdom.

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

Space Ails Us Moderns: We Are Sick With Space.

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

You Have Freedom When You're Easy In Your Harness.

Like A Piece Of Ice On A Hot Stove The Poem Must Ride On Its Own Melting.

Let's Get My Incantation Right: "i Wish I May, I Wish I Might" Give Earth Another Satellite.

Don't Be An Agnostic. Be Something.

One Of The Lies Would Make It Out That Nothing Ever Presents Itself Before Us Twice. Where Would We Be At Last If That Were So? Our Very Life Depends On Everything's Recurring Till We Answer From Within.

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

Loyalty Is That For The Lack Of Which Your Gang Will Shoot You Without Benefit Of Trial By Jury.

I Always Entertain Great Hopes.

Poetry Is What Is Lost In Translation. It Is Also What Is Lost In Interpretation.

A Poem Begins As A Lump In The Throat, A Sense Of Wrong, A Homesickness, A Lovesickness.

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

Two Roads Diverged In A Wood And I - I Took The One Less Traveled By, And That Has Made All The Difference.

A Successful Lawsuit Is The One Worn By A Policeman.

Anything More Than The Truth Would Have Seemed Too Weak.

Bounds Should Be Set To Ingenuity For Being So Cruel In Bringing Change Unheralded On The Unready.

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

Leaves And Bark, Leaves And Bark, To Lean Against And Hear In The Dark. Petals I May Have Once Pursued. Leaves Are All My Darker Mood.

Before I Built A Wall I'd Ask To Know What I Was Walling In Or Walling Out, And To Whom I Was Like To Give Offence. Something There Is That Doesn't Love A Wall, That Wants It Down.

I See For Nature No Defeat In One Tree's Overthrow Or For Myself In My Retreat For Yet Another Blow.

A Poem May Be Worked Over Once It Is In Being, But May Not Be Worried Into Being.

A Diplomat Is A Man Who Always Remembers A Woman's Birthday But Never Remembers Her Age.

The Difference Between A Man And His Valet: They Both Smoke The Same Cigars, But Only One Pays For Them.

I Have Miles To Go Before I Sleep.

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

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.

The Snake Stood Up For Evil In The Garden.

Now Close The Windows And Hush All The Fields: If The Trees Must, Let Them Silently Toss.

The Rose Is A Rose, And Was Always A Rose. But The Theory Now Goes That The Apple's A Rose, And The Pear Is, And So's The Plum, I Suppose. The Dear Only Knows What Will Next Prove A Rose. You, Of Course, Are A Rose - But Were Always A Rose.

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.

Tree At My Window, Window Tree, My Sash Is Lowered When Night Comes On; But Let There Never Be Curtain Drawn Between You And Me.

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

The Fact Is The Sweetest Dream That Labor Knows.

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

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

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

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

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.

"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.

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

The Hurt Is Not Enough: I Long For Weight And Strength. To Feel The Earth As Rough To All My Length

I Never Knew What Was Meant By Choice Of Words. It Was One Word Or None.

It's Hard To Get Into This World And Hard To Get Out Of It, And What's In Between Doesn't Make Much Sense.

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