Time marks us while we are marking time.
I lose and find myself in the long water. I am gathered together once more.
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.
A too explicit elucidation in education destroys much of the pleasure of learning. There should be room for sly hinters, masters of suggestion.
We think by feeling. What is there to know?
Teach as an old fishing guide takes out a beginner.