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A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. - Author object (5)

The best way out is always through. - Author object (5)

Two roads diverged in a wood, and I - I took the one less traveled by, And that has made all the difference. - Author object (5)

Nature's first green is gold, Her hardest hue to hold. Her early leaf's 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. - Author object (5)

I am not a teacher, but an awakener. - Author object (5)

I'm not confused. I'm just well mixed. - Author object (5)

Forgive me my nonsense as I also forgive the nonsense of those who think they talk sense. - Author object (5)

There are two kinds of teachers: the kind that fill you with so much quail shot that you can't move, and the kind that just gives you a little prod behind and you jump to the skies. - Author object (5)

Home is the place where, when you have to go there, They have to take you in. - Author object (5)

Don't ever take a fence down until you know why it was put up. - Author object (5)

A diplomat is a man who always remembers a woman's birthday but never remembers her age. - Author object (5)

To be a poet is a condition, not a profession. - Author object (5)

I hold it to be the inalienable right of anybody to go to hell in his own way. - Author object (5)

There is one thing more exasperating than a wife who can cook and won't, and that's a wife who can't cook and will. - Author object (5)

Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words. - Author object (5)

A mother takes twenty years to make a man of her boy, and another woman makes a fool of him in twenty minutes. - Author object (5)

The heart can think of no devotion Greater than being shore to the ocean- Holding the curve of one position, Counting an endless repetition. - Author object (5)

The reason why worry kills more people than work is that more people worry than work. - Author object (5)

Something we were withholding made us weak, until we found it was ourselves. - Author object (5)

The middle of the road is where the white line is—and that’s the worst place to drive. - Author object (5)