Quotes about Reflection

So when at times the mob is swayed To carry praise or blame too far, We may choose something like a star To stay our minds on and be staid.

No, this is no beginning. Then an end? End is a gloomy word.

A Late Walk - A Tree beside the wall stands bare, But a leaf that lingered brown, Disturbed, I doubt not, by my thought, comes softly rattling down. I end not far from my going forth By picking the faded blue Of the last remaining aster flower to carry again to you.

But bid life seize the present? It lives less in the present Than in the future always, And less in both together Than in the past. The present Is too much for the senses, Too crowding, too confusing— Too present to imagine.

Two roads diverged in a wood, and I-- I took the one less traveled by, And that has made all the difference. The Road Not Taken

Something was withheld . . . We found it was ourselves.

There ought to be a view around the world From such a mountain

No memory of having starred Atones for later disregard Or keeps the end from being hard. Better to go down dignified With boughten friendship at your side Than none at all. Provide, provide!

I have walked out in rain - and back in rain. I have outwalked the furthest city light.

This saying good-by on the edge of the dark And the cold to an orchard so young in the bark Reminds me of all that can happen...

How many things have to happen to you before something occurs to you

I shall be telling this with a sigh Somewhere ages and ages hence: Two roads diverged in a wood, and I— I took the one less traveled by, And that has made all the difference