We dance in a circle and suppose, while the secret sits in the middle and knows. — Robert Frost. American poet (1874–1963)
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—I took the one less traveled by, And that has made all the difference.
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.