Love at the lips was touch As sweet as I could bear; And once that seemed too much; I lived on air.

Before I built a wall I'd ask to know what I was walling in or walling out.

The middle of the road is where the white line is - and that's the worst place to drive.

But I have promises to keep, and miles to go before I sleep, and miles to go before I sleep.

You know how cunningly mankind is planned: We have one loving and one hating hand. The loving's made to hold each other like, While with the hating other hand we strike.

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

We love things we love what they are.

Love has earth to which she clings....

There is no love. There's only love of men and women, love Of children, love of friends, of men, of God: Divine love, human love, parental love, Roughly discriminated for the rough.