A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. – Robert Frost
A liberal man is too broad-minded to take his own side in a quarrel. – Robert Frost

A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. – Robert Frost
A liberal man is too broad-minded to take his own side in a quarrel. – Robert Frost
Ah, when to the heart of man was it ever less than a treason to go with the drift of things to yield with a grace to reason and bow and accept at the end of a love or a season. – Robert Frost
Like a piece of ice on a hot stove the poem must ride on its own melting. – Robert Frost