He says the best way out is always through.
The speaker is a worn-out farm wife quoting her husband Len, and the line is often cut loose from her bleak monologue. In the poem she half agrees with him, saying she can see no way out “but through”.
Good fences make good neighbors.
Home is the place where, when you have to go there, / They have to take you in.
The 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.
I have walked that long road to freedom. I have tried not to falter; I have made missteps along the way. But I have discovered the secret that after climbing a great hill, one only finds that there are many more hills to climb.
Beware, for I am fearless and therefore powerful.
The country needs and, unless I mistake its temper, the country demands bold, persistent experimentation. It is common sense to take a method and try it: If it fails, admit it frankly and try another. But above all, try something.