My sorrow, when she’s here with me, thinks these dark days of autumn rain are beautiful as days can be; she loves the bare, the withered tree; she walks the sodden pasture lane. – Robert Frost
A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. – Robert Frost
Two such as you with such a master speed, cannot be parted nor be swept away, from one another once you are agreed, that life is only life forevermore, together wing to wing and oar to oar. – Robert Frost
A mother takes twenty years to make a man of her boy, and another woman makes a fool of him in twenty minutes. – 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. – Robert Frost
Always fall in with what you’re asked to accept. Take what is given, and make it over your way. My aim in life has always been to hold my own with whatever’s going. Not against: with. – Robert Frost
Style is that which indicates how the writer takes himself and what he is saying. It is the mind skating circles around itself as it moves forward. – Robert Frost
By working faithfully eight hours a day you may eventually get to be boss and work twelve hours a day. – Robert Frost