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In three words I can sum up everything I've learned about life: it goes on.

— Robert Frost

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Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words.

— Robert Frost

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These woods are lovely, dark and deep, But I have promises to keep, And miles to go before I sleep, And miles to go before I sleep.

— Robert Frost

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Travelling is the ruin of all happiness! There's no looking at a building here after seeing Italy.

— Fanny Burney