What's madness but nobility of soul At odds with circumstance? The day's on fire! I know the purity of pure despair, My shadow pinned against a sweating wall, That place among the rocks--is it a cave, Or winding path? The edge is what I have........ ....... Dark,dark my light, and darker my desire. My soul, like some heat-maddened summer fly, Keeps buzzing at the sill. ~From "The Waking" by Theodore Roethke

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

What's important? That which is dug out of books, or out of the guts?

What falls away is always. And is near.

The self says, I am; The heart says, I am less; The spirit says, you are Nothing.

Those who are willing to be vulnerable move among mysteries.

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