There is little much beyond the grave, but the strong are saying nothing until they see. – 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

There is little much beyond the grave, but the strong are saying nothing until they see. – 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
Like a piece of ice on a hot stove the poem must ride on its own melting. – Robert Frost
Forgive, O Lord, my little jokes on Thee, and Ill forgive Thy great big joke on me. – Robert Frost