Education is not the filling of a pail, but the lighting of a fire.

How far away the stars seem, and how far is our first kiss, and ah, how old my heart.

I gave what other women gave That stepped out of their clothes But when this soul, its body off Naked to naked goes, He it has found shall find therein What none other knows.

What made us dream that he could comb gray hair?

Hope and Memory have one daughter and her name is Art, and she has built her dwelling far from the desperate field where men hang out their garments upon forked boughs to be banners of battle. O beloved daughter of Hope and Memory, be with me for a while.

In dreams begins responsibility.

Test every work of intellect or faith and everything that your own hands have wrought.