A Mind Too Active Is No Mind

Long Live The Weeds That Overwhelm My Narrow Vegetable Realm! The Bitter Rock, The Barren Soil That Force The Son Of Man To Toil; All Things Unholy, Marred By Curse, The Ugly Of The Universe.

So Much Of Adolescence Is An Ill-defined Dying, An Intolerable Waiting, A Longing For Another Place And Time, Another Condition.

We Think By Feeling. What Is There To Know?

Live In A Perpetual Great Astonishment.

Teach As An Old Fishing Guide Takes Out A Beginner.