One form of the death wish is the embracing of mediocrity. |
Deep in their roots, all flowers keep the light. |
Time marks us while we are marking time. |
I learn by going where I have to go. |
Truth never is undone; Its shafts remain. |
Much of poetry is an anguished waiting. |
Teaching is an act of love, a spiritual cohabitation, one of the few sacred relationships left in a crass secular world. |
Teaching: one of the few professions that permit love. |
Definition of a philosopher: A man who has the right to say maybe. |
What's madness but nobility of soul at odds with circumstance? |