I’ve given offense by saying I’d as soon write free verse as play tennis with the net down.
What but design of darkness to appall?- If design govern in a thing so small.
Di hutan, kulihat dua cabang jalan terbentang. Kuambil yang jarang dilalui orang. Dan itulah yang membuat segala perbedaan.
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.
The heart’s gone out of it, why keep it up.
But I have promises to keep And miles to og before I sleep.
Being the boss anywhere is lonely. Being a female boss in a world of mostly men is especially so.
How many times it thundered before Franklin took the hint! How many apples fell on Newton’s head before he took the hint! Nature is always hinting at us. It hints over and over again. And suddenly we take the hint.
I hold it to be the inalienable right of anybody to go to hell in his own way.
If we couldn’t laugh we would all go insane.
Before I built a wall I’d ask to know what I was walling in or walling out.
Two roads diverged in a wood and I – I took the one less traveled by, and that has made all the difference.
Something we were withholding made us weak, until we found it was ourselves.
How many things have to happen to you before something occurs to you?
Thinking is not to agree or disagree. That’s voting.
What is required is sight and insight- then you might add one more: excite.
All great things are done for their own sake.
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.
I’m not a teacher, but an awakener.
There is absolutely no reason for being rushed along with the rush. Everybody should be free to go slow.