A too explicit elucidation in education destroys much of the pleasure of learning. There should be room for sly hinters, masters of suggestion.

How body from spirit slowly does unwind, until we are pure spirit at the end.

Any fool can take a bad line out of a poem; it takes a real pro to throw out a good line.

The damage of teaching: the constant contact with the undeveloped.

I have gone into the waste lonely places

And what a congress of stinks!- Roots ripe as old bait, Pulpy stems, rank, silo-rich, Leaf mold, manure, lime, piled against slippery planks, Nothing would give up life: Even the dirt kept breathing a small breath.

And I walked, I walked through the light air; I moved with the morning.