Education does not commence with alphabet. It begins with a mother's look,a father's nod of appreciation or a sign of reproof, with a sister's gentle pressure of hand, or a brother's noble act of forbearance,with handful of flowers in green dwells on hills and daily meadows with birds nests admired, but not touched, with creeping ants,and almost imperceptible moments, with humming beehives and grass, with pleasant walks in shady lances and thoughts directed in sweet and kindly tones and words of nature, to beauty,to acts benevolence, to deeds of virtue and the sources of all goods, to god himself.
Go to the fields and gardens, you shall learn it is the pleasure of the bee, to gather honey of the flower . But it is also the pleasure ,of the flower to yield its honey to the bee. For to the bee a flower is a fountain of life, and to the flower a bee is a messenger of love. And to both, bee and flower, the giving and receiving of pleasure is a need and an ecstasy.