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

It looked as if a night of dark intent was coming, and not only a night, an age. Someone had better be prepared for rage...

Two roads converged in a woods. He (Mitchell) took the one less traveled and that made all the difference.

If you once promised yourself not to believe anyone's promises, remember that you are one of the anyone

I try to keep my promises.

They say the things you can't take with you after you have faced death aren't worth saving, but what is love?