We are the spirit children of a Heavenly Father. He loved us and He taught us before we were born into this world. He told us that He wished to give us all that He had. To qualify for that gift we had to receive mortal bodies and be tested. Because of those mortal bodies, we would face pain, sickness, and death.
Genius must be born, and never can be taught.
My only books were woman’s looks, and folly’s all they’ve taught me.
How natural that the errors of the ancient should be handed down and, mixing with the principles and system which Christ taught, give to us an adulterated Christianity.
Poetry helps me understand who I am. It helps me understand the world around me. But above all, what poetry has taught me is the fact that I need to embrace mystery in order to be completely human.
First he wrought, and afterward he taught.
He who is taught to live upon little owes more to his father’s wisdom than he who has a great deal left him does to his father’s care.
I remember being taught my place.
To correct a natural indifference I was placed half-way between misery and the sun. Misery kept me from believing that all was well under the sun, and the sun taught me that history wasn’t everything.
The world of knowledge takes a crazy turn when teachers themselves are taught to learn.