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.

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.

What's a' your jargon o' your schools,
Your Latin names for horns and stools;
If honest nature read more

What's a' your jargon o' your schools,
Your Latin names for horns and stools;
If honest nature made you fools.

In a completely rational society, the best of us would be teachers and the rest of us would have to read more

In a completely rational society, the best of us would be teachers and the rest of us would have to settle for something else.

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.

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).

We must not contradict, but instruct him that contradicts us; for
a madman is not cured by another running read more

We must not contradict, but instruct him that contradicts us; for
a madman is not cured by another running mad also.

The trainer trains the docile horse to turn, with his sensitive
neck, whichever way the rider indicates.
[Lat., read more

The trainer trains the docile horse to turn, with his sensitive
neck, whichever way the rider indicates.
[Lat., Fingit equum tenera docilem cervice magister
Ire viam qua monstret eques.]

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.