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Poetry is the impish attempt to paint the color of the wind.
Poetry is the impish attempt to paint the color of the wind.
Poetry is an orphan of silence. The words never quite equal the experience behind them.
Poetry is an orphan of silence. The words never quite equal the experience behind them.
The authority of those who teach is often an obstacle to those who want to learn.
The authority of those who teach is often an obstacle to those who want to learn.
For the high achievers, studying gave them the pleasing, absorbing challenge o flow 40 percent of the hours they spent read more
For the high achievers, studying gave them the pleasing, absorbing challenge o flow 40 percent of the hours they spent at it. But for low achievers, studying produced flow only 16 percent of the time; more often that not, it yielded anxiety, with the demands outreaching their abilities.
How is it that little children are so intelligent and men so stupid? It must be education that does it.
How is it that little children are so intelligent and men so stupid? It must be education that does it.
Every man's memory is his private literature.
Every man's memory is his private literature.
And He shall judge among the nations, and shall rebuke many people: and they shall beat their swords into plowshares, read more
And He shall judge among the nations, and shall rebuke many people: and they shall beat their swords into plowshares, and their spears into pruning hooks: nation shall not lift up sword against nation, neither shall they learn war any more. - Isaiah 2:4.
Nothing but blackness aboveAnd nothing that moves but the cars...God, if you wish for our love,Fling us a handful of read more
Nothing but blackness aboveAnd nothing that moves but the cars...God, if you wish for our love,Fling us a handful of stars! - Caliban in the Coal Mines.
Till last by Philip's farm I flowTo join the brimming river,For men may come and men may go,But I go read more
Till last by Philip's farm I flowTo join the brimming river,For men may come and men may go,But I go on for ever. - The Brook.
