Hills Quotes

The wastes of snow on the hill were ghostly in the moonlight. The stars were piercingly bright.

Here, are the stiffening hills, here, the rich cargoCongealed in the dark arteries,Old veinsThat hol...

But give thanks, at least, that you still have Frost's poems; and when you feel the need of solitude...

This stammer got me a home in Beverly Hills, and I'm not about to screw with it now.