"they came to sit and dangle their feet off the edge of the world.... and after a while they forgot everything but the good and true things they would do some day"
A nice, personal writing pad for your thoughts 'n stuff
At present, opinion is divided about the subjects of education. People do not take the same view about what should be learned by the young, either with a view to human excellence or a view to the best possible life; nor is it clear whether education should be directed mainly to the intellect or to moral character…[,] whether the proper studies to be pursued are those that are useful in life, or those which make for excellence or those that advance the bounds of knowledge…. Men do not all honor the same distinctive human excellence and so naurally they differ about the proper training for it.- Aristotle
To talk about human hope is to engage in an audacious attempt to galvanize and energize, to inspire and to invigorate world-weary people. Because that is what we are. We are world-weary; we are tired. For some of us there are misanthropic skeletons hanging in our closet. And by misanthropic I mean the notion that we have given up on the capacity to do anything right. The capacity of human communities to solve any problem.- Cornel West
Although some people might argue that education is about the simple transmission of information, a closer examination will show that education, in large part, is about the formation of character.- George S. Counts
An education that fails to consider the fundamental questions of human existence - the questions about the meaning of life and the nature of truth, goodness, beauty, and justice, with which philosophy is concerned - is a very inadequate type of education.- Harold Titus
Lovers’ names, carved in walls
Overlap, start to merge
Some of them underneath
Maybe they appear
In graveyards
Maybe they fade away
Weathered and overgrown
Time has told
Meaningful hidden words
Suddenly appear, from the murk
Maybe they’re telling us
That the end
Never was
Never will
The words have gone
But the meaning will never disappear
From the wall- Bibio, “Lover’s Carvings”