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When will the public cease to insult the teacher's calling with empty flattery? When will men who would never for read more
When will the public cease to insult the teacher's calling with empty flattery? When will men who would never for a moment encourage their own sons to enter the work of the public schools cease to tell us that education is the greatest and noblest of all human callings? - Craftmanship in Teaching.
Sublime Philosophy!
Thou art the patriarch's ladder, reaching heaven;
And bright with beckoning angels--but alas!
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Sublime Philosophy!
Thou art the patriarch's ladder, reaching heaven;
And bright with beckoning angels--but alas!
We see thee like the patriarch, but in dreams,
By the first step,--dull slumbering on the earth.
Questions are never indiscreet. Answers sometimes are.
Questions are never indiscreet. Answers sometimes are.
If you do not ask the right questions, you do not get the right answers. A question asked in the read more
If you do not ask the right questions, you do not get the right answers. A question asked in the right way often points to its own answer. Asking questions is the A-B-C of diagnosis. Only the inquiring mind solves problems.
A timid question will always receive a confident answer.
A timid question will always receive a confident answer.
Facts often contradict with truths.
Facts often contradict with truths.
The wise man questions the wisdom of others because he questions his own, the foolish man, because it is different read more
The wise man questions the wisdom of others because he questions his own, the foolish man, because it is different from his own.
All serious conversations gravitate towards philosophy. - What We Live By.
All serious conversations gravitate towards philosophy. - What We Live By.
How charming is divine philosophy!
Not harsh, and crabbed, as full fools suppose,
But musical as is read more
How charming is divine philosophy!
Not harsh, and crabbed, as full fools suppose,
But musical as is Apollo's lute,
And a perpetual feast of nectar'd sweets,
Where no crude surfeit reigns.
