Robert Lee Frost, born March 26, 1874, San Francisco, California, U.S., died January 29, 1963, Boston, Massachusetts. American poet who was much admired for his depictions of the rural life of New England, his command of American colloquial speech, and his realistic verse portraying ordinary people in everyday situations.
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.
Writing free verse is like playing tennis with the net down.
Some say the world will end in fire, Some say in ice. From what I've tasted of desire I hold with those who favor fire. But if it had to perish twice, I think I know enough of hate To say that for destruction ice Is also great And would suffice.
Skepticism, is that anything more than we used to mean when we said, Well, what have we here?
Friends make pretence of following to the grave But before one is in it, their minds are turned And making the best of their way back to life And living people and things they understand.
Happiness makes up in height what it lacks in length.
