Robert Frost

“חינוך הוא היכולת להקשיב כמעט לכל דבר בלי לאבד את סבלנותך.”

“הייתי מעדיף לשחק טניס ללא רשת מאשר לכתוב שירים בסגנון חופשי.”

“השירה היא מה שנאבד בתרגום.”

“תקופה אדירה לחיות בה, לא?”

“גדרות טובות עושות שכנים טובים.”

“הפתרון הטוב ביותר לבעיה תמיד עובר דרכה.”

“I've given offense by saying I'd as soon write free verse as play tennis with the net down.”

“The TelephoneWhen I was just as far as I could walkFrom here todayThere was an hourAll stillWhen leaning with my head against a flowerI heard you talk.Don't say I didn't for I heard you sayYou spoke from that flower on the window sill-Do you remember what it was you said ''First tell me what it was you thought you heard.''Having found the flower and driven a bee awayI leaned my headAnd holding by the stalkI listened and I thought I caught the wordWhat was itDid you call me by my name Or did you saySomeone said "Come"I heard it as I bowed.''I may have thought as much but not aloud.'Well so I came.”

“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.”

“Forgive, O Lord, my little jokes on TheeAnd I'll forgive Thy great big one on me.”

“For, dear me, why abandon a beliefMerely because it ceases to be true?Cling to it long enough, and not a doubtIt will turn true again, for so it goes.Most of the change we think we see in lifeIs due to truths being in and out of favor.As I sit here, and often times, I wishI could be monarch of a desert landI could devote and dedicate foreverTo the truths we keep coming back and back to.––from "The Black Cottage”

“Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words.”

“I alone of English writers have consciously set myself to make music out of what I may call the sound of sense.”

“By working faithfully eight hours a day you may eventually get to be boss and work twelve hours a day.”

“A poet never takes notes. You never take notes in a love affair.”

“All thought is a feat of association.”

“Pressed into service means pressed out of shape.”

“There never was any heart truly great and generous, that was not also tender and compassionate.”

“INTO MY OWNOne of my wishes is that those dark trees, So old and firm they scarcely show the breeze, Were not, as ’twere, the merest mask of gloom, But stretched away unto the edge of doom. I should not be withheld but that some day Into their vastness I should steal away, Fearless of ever finding open land, Or highway where the slow wheel pours the sand. I do not see why I should e’er turn back, Or those should not set forth upon my track To overtake me, who should miss me here And long to know if still I held them dear. They would not find me changed from him they knew— Only more sure of all I thought was true.”

“Hell is a half-filled auditorium.”