“The middle of the road is where the white line is—and that’s the worst place to drive.”

“The line storm clouds fly tattered and swift,The road is forlorn all day,...”

“Home is the place where, when you have to go there, they have to take you in.”

“Earth's the right place for love. I don't know where it's likely to go better.”

“A bank is a place where they lend you an umbrella in fair weather and ask for it back when it begins to rain.”

“They cannot scare me with their empty spacesBetween stars—on stars where no human race is.I have it in me so much nearer homeTo scare myself with my own desert places.”

“The Road Not TakenTwo 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; Then took the other, as just as fair, And having perhaps the better claim, Because it was grassy and wanted wear; Though as for that the passing there Had worn them really about the same, And both that morning equally lay In leaves no step had trodden black. Oh, I kept the first for another day! Yet knowing how way leads on to way, I doubted if I should ever come back. 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.”