Poetry ... is the music and painting of the mind.
This is the heritage of Catholic education ... one which those who went to Catholic schools always recognize in each other, members of a secret society who, when they meet, huddle together, temporarily at truce with the rest of the world, while they cautiously, untrustingly, lick each other's wounds.
Children who were very truly pious in a Catholic childhood are apt to retain a nostalgia for the absolute.
