Nature's First Green Is Gold.

Two Roads Diverged In A Yellow Wood, And Sorry I Could Not Travel Both And Be One Traveler, Long I Stood And Looked Down One As Far As I Could To Where It Bent In The Undergrowth.

Happiness Makes Up In Height For What It Lacks In Length.

I Would Not Come In. I Meant Not Even If Asked, And I Hadn't Been.

If The Writer Does Not Cry, The Reader Does Not Cry.

When I Was Young My Teachers Were The Old. I Gave Up Fire For Form Till I Was Cold.