Robert Frost

A poem begins in delight and ends in wisdom.

The ear is the only true writer and the only true reader.

A mother takes twenty years to make a man of her boy, and another woman makes a fool of him in twenty minutes.

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.