There never was any heart truly great and generous, that was not also tender and compassionate. - 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.

Something we were withholding made us weak, until we found it was ourselves.

The birds that came to it through the air At broken windows flew out and in, Their murmur more like the sigh we sigh From too much dwelling on what has been.