Forgive me my nonsense, as I also forgive the nonsense of those that think they talk sense.
In three words I can sum up everything I've learned about life: it goes on.
The woods are lovely, dark and deep. But I have promises to keep, and miles to go before I sleep.
Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words.
A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness.