Quotes by Robert Frost

The worst disease which can afflict executives in their work is not, as popularly supposed, alcoholism; its egotism.

Men work together, I told him from the heart,Whether they work together or apart.

Natures first green is gold,Her hardest hue to hold.Her early leafs a flower;But only so an hour.Then leaf subsides to leaf.So Eden sank to grief,So dawn goes down to day.Nothing gold can stay.

They are dragged to the withered bracken by the load, And they seem not to break; though once they are bowed So low for long, they never right themselves.

No orchards the worse for the wintriest storm;But one thing about it, it mustnt get warm.How often already youve had to be told,Keep cold, young orchard. Good-bye and keep cold.Dread fifty above more than fifty below.I have to be gone for a season or so.

There is one thing more exasperating than a wife who can cook and wont, and thats a wife who cant cook and will.

Nobody was ever meant to remember or invent what he did with every cent.

Families break up when they get hints you dont intend and miss hints that you do.

But bid life seize the present? It lives less in the present Than in the future always, And less in both together Than in the past. The present Is too much for the senses, Too crowding, too confusing— Too present to imagine.

For, dear me, why abandon a beliefMerely because it ceases to be true?Cling to it long enough, and not a doubtIt will turn true again, for so it goes.Most of the change we think we see in lifeIs due to truths being in and out of favor.As I sit here, and often times, I wishI could be monarch of a desert landI could devote and dedicate foreverTo the truths we keep coming back and back to.––from The Black Cottage

Forgive me my nonsense as I also forgive the nonsense of those who think they talk sense.

If one by one we counted people outFor the least sin, it wouldnt take us longTo get so we had no one left to live with.For to be social is to be forgiving.

The only way out is through

They cannot scare me with their empty spacesBetween stars—on stars where no human race is.I have it in me so much nearer homeTo scare myself with my own desert places.

And lonely as it is that lonelinessWill be more lonely ere it will be less--A blanker whiteness of benighted snowWith no expression, nothing to express.They cannot scare me with their empty spacesBetween stars--on stars where no human race is.I have it in me so much nearer homeTo scare myself with my own desert places.

I have stood still and stopped the sound of feetWhen far away an interrupted cryCame over houses from another street,But not to call me back or say good-bye;And further still at an unearthly height,A luminary clock against the skyProclaimed the time was neither wrong nor right.I have been one acquainted with the night.

He moves in darkness as it seems to meNot of woods only and the shade of trees.

How many things have to happen to you before something occurs to you?

I have been one acquainted with the night.I have walked out in rain - and back in rain.I have outwalked the furthest city light.I have looked down the saddest city lane.I have passed by the watchman on his beatAnd dropped my eyes, unwilling to explain.

When the spent sun throws up its rays on cloudAnd goes down burning into the gulf below,No voice in nature is heard to cry aloudAt what has happened. Birds, at least must knowIt is the change to darkness in the sky.Murmuring something quiet in her breast,One bird begins to close a faded eye;Or overtaken too far from his nest,Hurrying low above the grove, some waifSwoops just in time to his remembered tree.At most he thinks or twitters softly, Safe!Now let the night be dark for all of me.Let the night be too dark for me to seeInto the future. Let what will be, be.