En un bosque se bifurcaron dos caminos, y yo... Yo tomé el menos transitado. Esto marcó toda la diferencia. - Robert Frost

There are two kinds of teachers: the kind that fill you with so much quail shot that you can't move, and the kind that just gives you a little prod behind and you jump to the skies.

Nobody was ever meant to remember or invent what he did with every cent.

Nor is there wanting in the press
Some spirit to stand simply forth,
Heroic in it nakedness,
Against the uttermost of earth.
The tale of earth's unhonored things
Sounds nobler there than 'neath the sun;
And the mind whirls and the heart sings,
And a shout greets the daring one.