A too explicit elucidation in education destroys much of the pleasure of learning. There should be room for sly hinters, masters of suggestion.
I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow. I feel my fate in what I cannot fear. I learn by going where I have to go.
We think by feeling. What is there to know?
Nothing would give up life: Even the dirt keeps breathing a small breath.
What is madness but nobility of soul at odds with circumstance?
I lose and find myself in the long water. I am gathered together once more.