The land was ours before we were the land s. She was our land more than a hundred years before we were her people. – Robert Frost
There is little much beyond the grave, but the strong are saying nothing until they see. – Robert Frost
Let him that is without stone among you cast the first thing he can lay his hands on. – Robert Frost
And were an epitaph to be my story Id have a short one ready for my own. I would have written of me on my stone: I had a lovers quarrel with the world. – Robert Frost
What is this talked-of mystery of birth but being mounted bareback on the earth? – Robert Frost
Forgive me my nonsense as I also forgive the nonsense of those who think they can talk sense. – Robert Frost
You can be a little ungrammatical if you come from the right part of the country. – Robert Frost
One could do worse than be a swinger of birches. – Robert Frost
One aged man — one man — cant fill a house. – Robert Frost
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
Heaven gives its glimpses only to those not in position to look too close. – Robert Frost
I hold it to be the inalienable right of anybody to go to hell in his own way. – Robert Frost
Hell is a half-filled auditorium. – Robert Frost
We dance round in a ring and suppose, but the secret sits in the middle and knows. – Robert Frost
A liberal man is too broad-minded to take his own side in a quarrel. – Robert Frost
Before I built a wall Id ask to know What I was walling in or walling out, And to whom I was like to give offense. – Robert Frost
My sorrow, when shes here with me, thinks these dark days of autumn rain are beautiful as days can be; she loves the bare, the withered tree; she walks the sodden pasture lane. – Robert Frost
The woods are lovely, dark and deep. But I have promises to keep, And miles to go before I sleep And miles to go before I sleep. – Robert Frost
Slave to a springtime passion for the earth. How Love burns through the Putting in the Seed On through the watching for that early birth When, just as the soil tarnishes with weed, The sturdy seedling with arched body comes Shouldering its way and shedding the earth crumbs. – Robert Frost
