The world is filled with willing people; some willing to work, the rest willing to let them.

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More from Robert Frost

Nature’s first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf’s a flower
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf,
So Eden sank to grief;
So dawn goes down to day,
Nothing gold can stay.

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

A diplomat is a man who always remembers a woman’s birthday but never remembers her age.

Home is the place where, when you have to go there,
They have to take you in.
“I should have called it
Something you somehow haven’t to deserve.”

Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.

The Road Not Taken