Robert Frost

A poem begins in delight and ends in wisdom.

Writing free verse is like playing tennis with the net down.

There never was any heart truly great and generous, that was not also tender and compassionate.

It is hardly surprising that women concentrate on the way they look instead of what is in their minds since not much has been put in their minds to begin with.

One's homesickness for Heaven finds at least an inn there; and it's an inn on the right road.