Robert Frost Quotes

You don’t have to deserve your mother’s love. You have to deserve your father’s. He’s more particular.... The father is always a Republican towards his son, and his mother’s always a Democrat.

“Well, who begun it?” That's what at the end of a war We always say not who won it, Or what it was foughten for.

It is the future that creates his present. All is an interminable chain of longing.

Unless I'm wrong I but obey The urge of a song: I'm—bound—away! And I may return If dissatisfied With what I learn From having died.

Till we came to be There was not a trace Of a thinking race Anywhere in space.

It takes all sorts of in and outdoor schooling To get adapted to my kind of fooling.

I am assured at any rate Man's practically inexterminate. Someday I must go into that. There's always been an Ararat Where someone someone else begat To start the world all over at.

Forgive, O Lord, my little jokes on Thee And I'll forgive Thy great big one on me.

It is only a moment here and a moment there that the greatest writer has. Some cognizance of the fact must be taken in your teaching.

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.

People are inexterminable — like flies and bed-bugs. There will always be some that survive in cracks and crevices — that's us.

The world is full of willing people; some willing to work, the rest willing to let them.

A poet never takes notes. You never take notes in a love affair.

You are all probably taking literature classes in which the professors teach how to get behind authors' words to determine their deeper meanings. In my case, they teach that the crow shaking snow from a hemlock tree means that evil, black, stands in contrast to the pure white good of the snow around it, like in life. They are wrong. I saw the crow, and the tree, and the snow. It was beautiful. I stopped to enjoy it. Period.

I have kept hidden in the instep arch Of an old cedar at the waterside A broken drinking goblet like the Grail Under a spell so the wrong ones can't find it, So can't get saved, as Saint Mark says they mustn't. (I stole the goblet from the children's playhouse.) Here are your waters and your watering place. Drink and be whole again beyond confusion.