Come o'er the sea, Maiden with me, Mine through the sunshine, storms and snows; Seasons may roll, But the true soul Burns the same, where'er it goes.

Here bring your wounded hearts, here tell your anguish; Earth has no sorrow that Heaven cannot heal.

Though an angel should write, still 'tis devils must print.

It is only to the happy that tears are a luxury.

The key to seeing the world's soul, and in the process wakening our own, is to get over the confusion by which we think that fact is real and imagination is illusion.

All that's bright must fade, The brightest still the fleetest; All that's sweet was made But to be lost when sweetest.

Education is not the piling on of learning, information, data, facts, skills, or abilities--that's training or instruction--but is rather a making visible what is hidden as a seed... To be educated, a person doesn't have to know much or be informed, but he or she does have to have been exposed vulnerably to the transformative events of an engaged human life... One of the greatest problems of our time is that many are schooled but few are educated.