An intellectual hatred is the worst.
How far away the stars seem, and how far is our first kiss, and ah, how old my heart.
Nor law, nor duty bade me fight, Nor public men, nor cheering crowds, A lonely impulse of delight Drove to this tumult in the clouds.
In dreams begin responsibilitiy.
What made us dream that he could comb gray hair?
Education is not about filling a pail, it's about lighting a fire.