Come O'er The Sea, Maiden With Me,

When We Relate To Our Bodies As Having Soul, We Attend To Their Beauty, Their Poetry And Their Expressiveness. Our Very Habit Of Treating The Body As A Machine, Whose Muscles Are Like Pulleys And Its Organs Engines, Forces Its Poetry Underground, So That We Experience The Body As An Instrument And See Its Poetics Only In Illness.

Education Is Not The Piling On Of Learning, Information, Data, Facts, Skills, Or Abilities--that's Training Or Instruction--but Is Rather A Making Visible What Is Hidden As A Seed... To Be Educated, A Person Doesn't Have To Know Much Or Be Informed, But He Or She Does Have To Have Been Exposed Vulnerably To The Transformative Events Of An Engaged Human Life... One Of The Greatest Problems Of Our Time Is That Many Are Schooled But Few Are Educated.

Though The Last Glimpse Of Erin With Sorrow I See, Yet Wherever Thou Art Shall Seem Erin To Me; In Exile Thy Bosom Shall Still Be My Home, And Thine Eyes Make My Climate Wherever We Roam.

Romantic Love Is An Illusion. Most Of Us Discover This Truth At The End Of A Love Affair Or Else When The Sweet Emotions Of Love Lead Us Into Marriage And Then Turn Down Their Flames.

It Is Only To The Happy That Tears Are A Luxury.