My father was an angry and impatient teacher and flung the reading book at my head.

I have drunk ale from the Country of the Young / And weep because I know all things now.

The falcon cannot hear the falconer

And a softness came from the starlight and filled me full to the bone.

Education is not about filling a pail, it's about lighting a fire.

When we have blamed the wind we can blame love.

Like a long-legged fly upon the stream / His mind moves upon silence.