When I rise up, let me rise up joyful like a bird. When I fall, let me fall without regret like a leaf.

It may be that when we no longer know what to do, we have come to our real work, and that when we no longer know which way to go, we have begun our real journey.

THE WILD ROSE” – BY WENDELL BERRY Sometimes, hidden from me in daily custom and in ritual I live by you unaware, as if by the beating of my heart. Suddenly you flare again in my sight A wild rose at the edge of the thicket where yesterday there was only shade And I am blessed and choose again, That which I chose before.

Explanation changes whatever is explained into something explainable.

A teacher's major contribution may pop out anonymuosly in the life of some ex-student's grandchild.

Corn and bean people, I'm afraid, have extremely specialized minds.

It is a horrible fact that we can read in the daily paper, without interrupting our breakfast, numerical reckonings of death and destruction that ought to break our hearts or scare us out of our wits.