Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, and sorry I could not travel both and be one traveler,

Long I stood and looked down as far as I could, to where it bent in the under growth; 

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.

"In three words, I can sum up everything I've learned about life. It goes on.

In all the confusions of today, with all our troubles...with politicians and people singing the word fear around, all of us become discouraged...tempted to say this is the end, the finish.

But life-it goes on. It always has. It always will.

Don't forget that."