Education is the ability to listen to almost anything without losing your temper or your self-confidence.

But he had gone his way, the grass all mown, And I must be, as he had been - alone, As all must be, I said within my heart, Whether they work together or apart.

I write to find out what I didn't know I knew.

Sentences are not different enough to hold the attention unless they are dramatic. No ingenuity of varying structure will do. All that can save them is the speaking tone of voice somehow entangled in the words and fastened to the page for the ear of the imagination. That is all that can save poetry from sing-song, all that can save prose from itself.

The question that he frames in all but words is what to make of a diminished thing.

Families break up when they get hints you don't intend and miss hints that you do.

I'm not a teacher, but an awakener.