In order to get to East Russet you take the Vermont Central as far as Twitchell's Falls and change there for Torpid River Junction, where a spur line takes you right into Gormley. At Gormley you are met by a buckboard which takes you back to Torpid River Junction again.
(Robert Benchley (1889-1945), U.S. writer, humorist. The Early Worm, "A Good Old-Fashioned Christmas," Henry Holt (1927).)
Time is the substance from which I am made. Time is a river which carries me along, but I am the river; it is a tiger that devours me, but I am the tiger; it is a fire that consumes me, but I am the fire.
(Jorge Luis Borges (1899-1986), Argentinian author. "A New Refutation of Time," Labyrinths (1964).)
The current of our thoughts made as sudden bends as the river, which was continually opening new prospects to the east or south, but we are aware that rivers flow most rapidly and shallowest at these points.
(Henry David Thoreau (1817-1862), U.S. philosopher, author, naturalist. A Week on the Concord and Merrimack Rivers (1849), in The Writings of Henry David Thoreau, vol. 1, p. 361, Houghton Mifflin (1906).)
Everything I think I own is simply borrowed: sustained to complete life's journey. Learn to take a little - give a little. Never expecting too much in return. Go with the current of the river: sometimes rough, other times clam. It's not always a smooth ride. Do things which create laughter and smiles. Once you know these rules there's NO anxieties or depression. ALL is well in my world.
Learning and teaching should not stand on opposite banks and just watch the river flow by; instead, they should embark together on a journey down the water. Through an active, reciprocal exchange, teaching can strengthen learning how to learn.
(Loris Malaguzzi (1920-1994), Italian early childhood education specialist. Quoted in The Hundred Languages of Children, ch. 3, by Carolyn Edwards (1993).)
Though man is the only beast that can write, he has small reason to be proud of it. When he utters something that is wise it is nothing that the river horse does not know, and most of his creations are the result of accident.
(Edward Dahlberg (1900-1977), U.S. author, critic. The Carnal Myth, ch. 5 (1968).)