Pain Wanders Through My Bones

A Too Explicit Elucidation In Education Destroys Much Of The Pleasure Of Learning. There Should Be Room For Sly Hinters, Masters Of Suggestion.

I Came Where The River Ran Over Stones; My Ears Knew An Early Joy. And All The Waters Of All The Streams Sang In My Veins That Summer Day.

What Is Madness But Nobility Of Soul At Odds With Circumstance?

I Came To Love, I Came Into My Own.

Reason? That Dreary Shed, That Hutch For Grubby Schoolboys.