Quotes from Robert Frost

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.

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.

Before I built a wall I'd ask to know what I was walling in or walling out.

The middle of the road is where the white line is—and that's the worst place to drive.

Unless you are educated in metaphor, you are not safe to be let loose in the world.

I believe in teaching, but I don't believe in going to school.

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

Oh, come forth into the storm and rout And be my love in the rain.

I am a writer of books in retrospect. I talk in order to understand; I teach in order to learn

A liberal is a man too broadminded to take his own side in a quarrel.

Families break up when they get hints you don't intend and miss hints that you do.

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.

A person will sometimes devote all his life to the development of one part of his body— the wishbone.

Ah, when to the heart of man Was it ever less than a treason To go with the drift of things, To yield with a grace to reason, And bow and accept the end Of a love or a season?

Come over the hills and far with me And be my love in the rain.

A civilized society is one which tolerates eccentricity to the point of doubtful sanity.

Anything more than the truth would be too much.

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

Good fences make good neighbors.

You've got to love what's lovable, and hate what's hateable. It takes brains to see the difference.

Every poem is a momentary stay against the confusion of the world.

I'd like to go by climbing a birch tree~ And climb black branches up a snow-white trunk Toward heaven, till the tree could bear no more, But dipped its top and set me down again. That would be good both going and coming back. One could do worse than be a swinger of birches.

What we live by we die by.

Most of the change we think we see in life is due to truths being in and out of favor.