Teaching English And Teaching Writing Are Two

Because I Had Goodwill For All, I Thought All Were My Friends. And Then I Learned Of Treachery, That Some Preferred My End. It Wasn't The Goodwill I Felt That Made Someone A Friend. What Handy Day, The One I Learned The Meaning Of The Word. How Good To Know My Enemies (though Their Reasons Are Absurd!)

My Body Is The Fruit Of Spirits' Play.

Everything Solid Was First An Idea.

The Only Sins Are Violations Of Love.

The Body Knows No Pain, Not Like The Soul. At Least A Nerve Has Limits, A Body Part A Name. But The Soul... The Soul... There Is No Bandage - Even Crying Is In Vain.