Forgive me my nonsense as I also forgive the nonsense of those who think they talk sense. — Robert Frost. American poet (1874–1963)
Too many poets delude themselves by thinking that the mind is dangerous and must be left out. Well, the mind is dangerous and must be left in.
A bank is a place where they lend you an umbrella in fair weather and ask for it back when it begins to rain.
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—I took the one less traveled by, And that has made all the difference.