830 Quotes by Robert Frost

When clever people ask me where I get a poem, I despair.

''Skepticism,'' is that anything more than we used to mean when we said, ''Well, what have we here?''

My long two-pointed ladder's sticking through a tree Toward heaven still, And there's a barrel that I didn't fill Beside it, and there may be two or three Apples I didn't pick upon some bough. But I am done with apple-picking now. Essence of winter sleep is on the night, The scent of apples: I am drowsing off.

Before now poetry has taken notice Of wars, and what are wars but politics Transformed from chronic to acute and bloody?

As it is more blessed to receive, so it must be more blessed to receive than to give back.

Some say the world will end in fire, some say in ice.

So dawn goes down to day/ Nothing gold can stay.

At bottom the world isn't a joke. We only joke about it to avoid an issue with someone, to let someone know that we know he's there with his questions; to disarm him by seeming to have heard and done justice to his side of the standing argument.

We're either nothing or a God's regret.