Robert Frost Quotes





Dancing is a vertical expression of a horizontal desire.







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.


The chief reason for going to school is to get the impression fixed for life that there is a book side for everything.




The woods are lovely, dark and deep.But I have promises to keep,And miles to go before I sleepAnd miles to go before I sleep.

The world is full of willing people, some willing to work, the rest willing to let them.


Two roads diverged in a wood and I -- I took the one less traveled by, and that has made all the difference.

Two roads diverged in a wood, and I -I took the one less traveled by, and that has made all the difference.

We dance in a circle and suppose, while the secret sits in the middle and 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.

Why abandon a belief merely because it ceases to be true Cling to it long enough, and it will turn true again, for so it goes. Most of the change we think we see in life is due to truths being in and out of favor.

A bank is a place where they lend you an umbrella in fair weather and ask for it back when it begins to rain.


A jury consists of twelve persons chosen to decide who has the better lawer.








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











Love is the irresistible desire to be irresistibly desired.



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Richard C Martin: Probably my favorite poet, certainty the most read.
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