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I. Frost's Selected Quotations
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The world only goes round by misunderstanding.
Any healthy man can go without food for two days - but not without poetry
There exist only three beings worthy of respect: the priest, the soldier, the poet. To know, to kill, to create.
There are as many kinds of beauty as there are habitual ways of seeking happiness
There are in every man, at every hour, two simultaneous postulations, one towards God, the other towards Satan
Love is the natural occupation of the man of leisure
For the merchant, even honesty is a financial speculation
Evil is done without effort, naturally, it is the working of fate; good is always the product of an art.
How little remains of the man I once was, save the memory of him! But remembering is only a new form of suffering.
Poetry has no goal other than itself; it can have no other, and no poem will be so great, so noble, so truly worthy of the name of poem, than one written uniquely for the pleasure of writing a poem
This life is a hospital in which every patient is possessed with a desire to change his bed
There is no dream of love, however ideal it may be, which does not end up with a fat, greedy baby hanging from the breast.
Everything for me becomes allegory
Progress, this great heresy of decay
Any man who does not accept the conditions of life sells his soul.
Everything that is beautiful and noble is the product of reason and calculation
Multitude, solitude: equal and interchangeable terms for the active and prolific poet
A book is a garden, an orchard, a storehouse, a party, a company by the way, a counselor, a multitude of counselors
I am a cemetery abhorred by the moon
It is by universal misunderstanding that all agree. For if, by ill luck, people understood each other, they would never agree.
Let us beware of common folk, of common sense, of sentiment, of inspiration, and of the obvious.
It is from the womb of art that criticism was born
I can barely conceive of a type of beauty in which there is no Melancholy
There is no such thing as a long piece of work, except one that you dare not start.
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