Robert Frost Quotes

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.
Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. Interview in Writers at Work, Second Series, ed. George Plimpton (1963).
But not gold in commercial quantities, Just enough gold to make the engagement rings And marriage rings of those who owned the farm. What gold more innocent could one have asked for?
Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "New Hampshire."
Only you women have to put these airs on To impress men. You've got us so ashamed Of being men we can't look at a good fight Between two boys and not feel bound to stop it.
Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "Snow."
And then the voice again: "You seem afraid. I saw by the way you whipped up the horse. I'll just come forward in the lantern-light And let you see."
Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "The Fear."
The first tool I step on Turned into a weapon.
Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "The Objection to Being Stepped On."
And how much longer a story has science Before she must put out the light on the children And tell them the rest of the story is dreaming?
Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "Too Anxious for Rivers."
Her crop was a miscellany When all was said and done, A little bit of everything, A great deal of none.
Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "A Girl's Garden."
Len says one steady pull more ought to do it. He says the best way out is always through.
Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "A Servant to Servants."
They cannot scare me with their empty spaces Between stars—on stars where no human race is. I have it in me so much nearer home To scare myself with my own desert places.
Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. Desert Places, A Further Range (1936).
"It's good luck when you move in to begin With good luck with your stovepipe. Never mind, It's not so bad in the country, settled down, When people're getting on in life. You'll like it."
Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "In the Home Stretch."