You learn from a conglomeration of the incredible past - whatever experience gotten in any way whatsoever.

Education is what remains when we have forgotten all that we have been taught.

Education is what remains after one has forgotten what one has learned in school.

Education is what survives when what has been learned has been forgotten.

My mom taught me to go after my dreams. I have this faith in myself that I must have gotten from her.

All the things one has forgotten scream for help in dreams.

In Seattle I soon found that my radical ideas and aesthetic explorations - ideas and explorations that in Richmond Virginia might have gotten me stoned to death with hush puppies - were not only accepted but occasionally applauded.

Death is feared as birth is forgotten.

Without fullness of experience length of days is nothing. When fullness of life has been achieved shortness of days is nothing. That is perhaps why the young have usually so little fear of death they live by intensities that the elderly have forgotten.

Our dead are never dead to us until we have forgotten them.