I am not a teacher. I am an awakener.

The only certain freedom's in departure.

Fireflies in the Garden By Robert Frost 1874–1963 Here come real stars to fill the upper skies, And here on earth come emulating flies, That though they never equal stars in size, (And they were never really stars at heart) Achieve at times a very star-like start. Only, of course, they can't sustain the part.

I was under twenty when I deliberately put it to myself one night after good conversation that there are moments when we actually touch in talk what the best writing can only come near. The curse of our book language is not so much that it keeps forever to the same set phrases . . . but that it sounds forever with the same reading tones. We must go out into the vernacular for tones that haven't been brought to book.

As it is more blessed to receive, so it must be more blessed to receive than to give back.

Most of the change we think we see in life is due to truths being in and out of favor.

I never knew what was meant by choice of words. It was one word or none.