Sometimes questions are more important than answers.

Sometimes questions are more important than answers.

It is the supreme art of the teacher to awaken joy in creative
expression and knowledge.

It is the supreme art of the teacher to awaken joy in creative
expression and knowledge.

It is by teaching that we teach ourselves, by relating that we observe, by affirming that we examine, by showing read more

It is by teaching that we teach ourselves, by relating that we observe, by affirming that we examine, by showing that we look, by writing that we think, by pumping that we draw water into the well.

A high-school teacher, afer all, is a person deputized by the rest of us to explain to the young what read more

A high-school teacher, afer all, is a person deputized by the rest of us to explain to the young what sort of world they are living in, and to defend, if possible, the part their elders are playing in it.

The first duty of a lecturer--to hand you after an hour's discourse a nugget of pure truth to wrap up read more

The first duty of a lecturer--to hand you after an hour's discourse a nugget of pure truth to wrap up between the pages of your notebooks and keep on the mantlepiece forever.

Grave is the Master's look; his forehead wears
Thick rows of wrinkles, prints of worrying cares:
Uneasy read more

Grave is the Master's look; his forehead wears
Thick rows of wrinkles, prints of worrying cares:
Uneasy lies the heads of all that rule,
His worst of all whose kingdom is a school.
Supreme he sits; before the awful frown
That binds his brows the boldest eye goes down;
Not more submissive Israel heard and saw
At Sinai's foot the Giver of the Law.

The sounding jargon of the schools.

The sounding jargon of the schools.

My mother would say it is literally ghost writers
who come to me
(Tan is the author of what became read more

My mother would say it is literally ghost writers
who come to me
(Tan is the author of what became The Joy Luck Club).

Full well they laughed, with counterfeited glee,
At all his jokes, for many a joke had he:
read more

Full well they laughed, with counterfeited glee,
At all his jokes, for many a joke had he:
Full well the busy whisper, circling round,
Convey'd the dismal tidings when he frown'd.