The figure a poem makes. It begins in delight and ends in wisdom... in a clarification of life - not necessarily a great clarification, such as sects and cults are founded on, but in a momentary stay against confusion.
I believe in teaching, but I don't believe in going to school.
I never dared to be radical when young for fear it would make me conservative when old.
I always entertain great hopes.
Before I built a wall I'd ask to know what I was walling in or walling out.
The best way out is through.
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood and sorry I could not travel both...
More men die of worry than of work because more men worry than work.
Holding the curve of one position, counting an endless repetition.