For, dear me, why abandon a belief Merely because it ceases to be true? Cling to it long enough, and not a doubt It will turn true again, for so it goes. Most of the change we think we see in lifers due to truths being in and out of favor. As I sit here, and often times, I wish could be monarch of a desert land could devote and dedicate forever To the truths we keep coming back and back to.––from "The Black Cottage

— Robert Frost

Forgive me my nonsense, as I also forgive the nonsense of those that think they talk sense.

— Robert Frost

Forgive me my nonsense as I also forgive the nonsense of those who think they talk sense.

— Robert Frost

Forgive, O Lord, my little jokes on Thee, and I'll forgive Thy great big joke on me.

— Robert Frost

Forgive, O Lord, my little jokes on Thee And I'll forgive Thy great big one on me.

— Robert Frost

Fragmentary Blue Why make so much of fragmentary blue In here and there a bird, or butterfly, Or flower, or wearing-stone, or open eye, When heaven presents in sheets the solid hue? Since earth is earth, perhaps, not heaven (as yet)--Though some savants make earth include the sky;And blue so far above us comes so high, It only gives our wish for blue a Whit.

— Robert Frost

Freedom lies in being bold.

— Robert Frost

GATHERING LEAVES Spades take up leaves No better than spoons, And bags full of leaves Are light as balloons. I make a great noise Of rustling all day Like rabbit and deer Running away. But the mountains I raise Elude my embrace, Flowing over my Armand into my face. I may load and unload Again and again Till I fill the whole shed, And what have I then? Next to nothing for weight, And since they grew duller From contact with earth, Next to nothing for color. Next to nothing for use. But a crop is a crop, And who's to say where The harvest shall stop?

— Robert Frost

God made a beauteous garden With lovely flowers strewn, But one straight, narrow pathway That was not overgrown. And to this beauteous garden He brought mankind to live, And said "To you, my children, These lovely flowers I give. Prune ye my vines and fig trees, With care my flowers tend, But keep the pathway open Your home is at the end." God's Garden

— Robert Frost

Half the world is composed of people who have something to say and can't and the other half who have nothing to say and keep on saying it.

— Robert Frost