Quotes from Robert Frost

New' is a word for fools in towns who think / Style upon style in dress and thought at last / Must get somewhere.

For God himself the height of feeling free Must have been His success in simile When at sight of you He thought of me.

I shall make the reckless choice Some day 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 gone.

Modern poets talk against business, poor things, but all of us write for money. Beginners are subjected to trial by market.

I'd like to get away from earth awhile and then come back to it and begin over.

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 keys. And of course there must be something wrong In waiting to silence any song.

We shall be known by the delicacy of where we stop short.

Men work together," I told him from the heart, "Whether they work together or apart.

Holding the curve of one position, counting an endless repetition.

All the fun's in how you say a thing.

Some say the world will end in fire, Some say in ice.

No orchard's the worse for the wintriest storm; But one thing about it, it mustn't get warm. How often already you've had to be told, Keep cold, young orchard. Good-bye and keep cold. Dread fifty above more than fifty below. I have to be gone for a season or so.

He is all pine and I am apple orchard.

Originality and initiative are what I ask for my country.

I may have wept that any should have died Or missed their chance, or not have been their best, Or been their riches, fame, or love denied; On me as much as any is the jest. I take my incompleteness with the rest. God bless himself can no one else be blessed I hold your doctrine of Memento Mori. And were an epitaph to be my story I'd have a short one ready for my own. I would have written of me on my stone: I had a lover's quarrel with the world.

A man must partly give up being a man With women-folk.

Lovers, forget your love, And list the love of these, She a window flower, And he a winter breeze.

He studied Latin like the violin, because he liked it.

Space ails us moderns: we are sick with space.

The farm is a base of operations–a stronghold. You can withdraw into yourself there. Solitude for reflection is an essential ingredient in self-development. I think a person has to be withdrawn into himself to gather inspiration so that he is somebody when he comes out again among folks–when he "comes to market' with himself. He learns that he's got to be almost wastefully alone.

And miles to go before I sleep, And miles to go before I sleep.

My woods...the young fir balsams like a place Where houses all are churches and have spires.

The heart's gone out of it, why keep it up.

In fetid darkness still to live and run-- And all for nothing it had ever done Except forget to go in fear perhaps. No one would know except for ancient maps That such a brook ran water.