until they give me opportunity to write about matters that are not-me, the world must go on uninstructed and unreformed, and I can only do my best wi… - Helen Keller

¿Os habéis encontrado alguna vez en el mar, en medio de una espesa niebla, que parece un crepúsculo blanquecino, que os envuelve y se hace casi tangible? El buque parece entonces intranquilo, mientras que la sonda va a tientas buscándole un camino, y el pasajero se siente presa de horrible angustia. Como aquel buque avanzaba yo en la vida, antes de que principiase mi educación; pero yo carecía de sonda, de brújula y de todo medio de darme cuenta de la proximidad del puerto. ¡Luz, dadme luz! era el grito inarticulado de mi alma, y la luz del amor me iluminó en esa hora.

The one I felt and still feel most is lack of time. I used to have time to think, to reflect, my mind and I. We would sit together of an evening and listen to the inner melodies of the spirit, which one hears only in leisure moments when the words of
some loved poet touch a deep, sweet chord in the soul that until then had been silent. But in college there is no time to commune with one's thoughts. One goes to college to learn, it seems, not to think. When one enters the portals of learning, one leaves the dearest pleasures — solitude, books and imagination — outside with the whispering pines. I suppose I ought to find some comfort in the thought that I am laying up treasures for future enjoyment, but I am improvident enough to prefer present joy to hoarding riches against a rainy day.

"اللأدب باختصار هو مدينتي الفاضلة" يوتوبيا