A poem begins in delight and ends in wisdom.
I am not a teacher, but an awakener.
There are two kinds of teachers: the kind that fill you with so much quail shot that you can't move, and the kind that just gives you a little prod behind and you jump to the skies.
Don't ever take a fence down until you know why it was put up.
We dance round in a ring and suppose,But the Secret sits in the middle and knows.
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I -I took the one less traveled by,And that has made all the difference.
What is done is done for the love of it- or not really done at all.
They are dragged to the withered bracken by the load, And they seem not to break; though once they are bowed So low for long, they never right themselves.