An understanding heart is everything is a teacher, and cannot be esteemed highly enough. One looks back with appreciation to the brilliant teachers, but with gratitude to those who touched our human feeling. The curriculum is so much necessary raw material, but warmth is the vital element for the growing plant and for the soul of the child.
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The writing of a poem is like a child throwing stones into a mineshaft. You compose first, then you listen read more
The writing of a poem is like a child throwing stones into a mineshaft. You compose first, then you listen for the reverberation.
Time the great destroyer of other men's happiness, only enlarges
the patrimony of literature to its possessor.
Time the great destroyer of other men's happiness, only enlarges
the patrimony of literature to its possessor.
From the moment I picked your book up until I laid it down I was convulsed with laughter. Some day read more
From the moment I picked your book up until I laid it down I was convulsed with laughter. Some day I intend reading it.
The true teacher defends his pupils against his own personal influence. He inspires self-distrust. He guides their eyes from himself read more
The true teacher defends his pupils against his own personal influence. He inspires self-distrust. He guides their eyes from himself to the spirit that quickens him. He will have no disciple.
Literary Men are . . . a perpetual priesthood.
Literary Men are . . . a perpetual priesthood.
Literature for me isn't a workaday job, but something which involves desires, dreams and fantasy.
Literature for me isn't a workaday job, but something which involves desires, dreams and fantasy.
People create stories create people; or rather stories create people create stories.
People create stories create people; or rather stories create people create stories.
Truth must necessarily be stranger than fiction, for fiction is the creation of the human mind and therefore congenial to read more
Truth must necessarily be stranger than fiction, for fiction is the creation of the human mind and therefore congenial to it.
Writing is not a profession but a vocation of unhappiness.
Writing is not a profession but a vocation of unhappiness.
