| Robert Frost
(March 26, 1874 – January 29, 1963)
1. THE ROAD NOT TAKEN:
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I--
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
2. GOD: I turned to speak to God, About the world's despair; But to make bad matters worse, I found God wasn't there.
3. Education: Education is the ability to listen to almost anything without losing your temper or your self-confidence.
4. Psychology: The reason why worry kills more people than work is that more people worry than work.
5. Politics: I never dared to be radical when young
for fear it would make me conservative when old.
6. Law: A jury consists of twelve persons chosen to decide who has the better lawyer.
7. Poetry: A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness.
8. Trouble: Education doesn't change life much. It just lifts trouble to a higher plane of regard.
9. Freedom: I hold it to be the inalienable right of anybody to go to hell in his own way.
10. Power: 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.
11. Love: Love is an irresistible desire to be irresistibly desired.
12. Change: Most of the change we think we see in life is due to truths being in and out of favor.
13. Compassion: Nothing can make injustice just but mercy.
14. Teachers: 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.
15. Life: In three words I can sum up everything I've learned about life: it goes on.
16. Integrity: No tears in the writer, no tears in the reader. No surprise for the writer, no surprise for the reader.
17. Truth: We dance round in a ring and suppose, But the Secret sits in the middle and knows.
18. Fear: There's nothing I'm afraid of like scared people.
19. Epitaph: 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.
20. Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening:
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.
My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.
He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound's the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.
The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
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