Quotes from Robert Frost

He will not go behind his father's saying, And he likes having thought of it so well He says again, Good fences make good neighbors.

They would not find me changed from him they knew — Only more sure of all I thought was true.

Something sinister in the tone Told me my secret must be known: Word I was in the house alone Somehow must have gotten abroad, Word I was in my life alone, Word I had no one left but God.

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

So when at times the mob is swayed To carry praise or blame too far, We may choose something like a star To stay our minds on and be staid.

I'm drunk-nonsensical tired out.

Part of a moon was falling down the west, Dragging the whole sky with it to the hills. Its light poured softly in her lap. She saw And spread her apron to it. She put out her hand Among the harp-like morning-glory strings, Taut with the dew from garden bed to eaves, As if she played unheard the tenderness That wrought on him beside her in the night.

No, this is no beginning. Then an end? End is a gloomy word.

A Time to Talk When a friend calls to me from the road And slows his horse to a meaning walk, I don't stand still and look around On all the hills I haven't hoed, And shout from where I am, What is it? No, not as there is a time to talk. I thrust my hoe in the mellow ground, Blade-end up and five feet tall, And plod: I go up to the stone wall For a friendly visit.

If one by one we counted people out For the least sin, it wouldn't take us long To get so we had no one left to live with. For to be social is to be forgiving.

They are that that talks of going But never gets away.

Heaven gives its glimpses only to those Not in position to look too close.