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).

You teach me baseball and I'll teach you relativity. . . . No we
must not. You will learn read more

You teach me baseball and I'll teach you relativity. . . . No we
must not. You will learn about relativity faster than I learn
baseball.

Nothing that is worth knowing can be taught.

Nothing that is worth knowing can be taught.

Sometimes questions are more important than answers.

Sometimes questions are more important than answers.

The teacher is one who makes two ideas grow where only one grew before.

The teacher is one who makes two ideas grow where only one grew before.

He who can, does. He who cannot, teaches.

He who can, does. He who cannot, teaches.

The sounding jargon of the schools.

The sounding jargon of the schools.

The twig is so easily bended
I have banished the rule and the rod:
I have taught read more

The twig is so easily bended
I have banished the rule and the rod:
I have taught them the goodness of knowledge,
They have taught me the goodness of God;
My heart is the dungeon of darkness,
When I shut them for breaking a rule;
My frown is sufficient correction;
My love is the law of the school.

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.