Earth Has No Sorrow That Heaven Cannot

Come O'er The Sea, Maiden With Me, Mine Through The Sunshine, Storms And Snows; Seasons May Roll, But The True Soul Burns The Same, Where'er It Goes.

It Is Only Through Mystery And Madness That The Soul Is Revealed.

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.

Go Where We May, Rest Where We Will, Eternal London Haunts Us Still.

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.