We learn the rope of life by untying its knots.
One may receive the information but miss the teaching.
No eyes that have seen beauty ever lose their sight.
Perhaps . . . our lot on the earth is to seek and to search. Now and again we find just enough to enable us to carry on. I now doubt that any of us will completely find and be found in this life.
I am not less poet; I am more conscious of all that I am, am not, and might become.
Acceptance of prevailing standards often means we have no standards of our own.