John Quotes

I don't know the extent to which they do business [ in Wells Fargo]. I just want to see how this thing continues to unfold and if they have a legitimately major change in their culture.

I hated being a public company CEO.

You still remember your SAT scores. And everybody else does too. Everybody's forgotten everything about themselves, everything else about high school. They remember their SAT scores.

We should get rid of the SAT as fast as we can. Look, there are bigger problems in society. This is not the biggest problem we have. But it's so easy to get rid of it. Right? Just pull the plug.

I'd never taken an SAT prep course. They were for weaker students.

I think a good entrepreneur has a very clear grasp of what the goal is, an unwavering sense of the goal, an utterly agile approach of getting there.

Exciting discoveries in neuroscience are allowing us to fit educational methods to new understandings of how the brain develops.

Almost everyone who has claimed to know what kids need to learn or how they learn has turned out to be wrong.

There shouldn't be one Sal Khan - there should be 100,000 of them.

And how they kist each other's tremulous eyes.

I have nothing to speak of but my self-and what can I say but what I feel.

I wish you could invent some means to make me at all happy without you. Every hour I am more and more concentrated in you; everything else tastes like chaff in my mouth.

You cannot conceive how I ache to be with you: how I would die for one hour.

I will clamber through the clouds and exist.

The excellence of every art is its intensity, capable of making all disagreeables evaporate, from their being in close relationship with beauty and truth.

I have an habitual feeling of my real life having past, and that I am leading a posthumous existence.

Of love, that fairest joys give most unrest.

What is more gentle than a wind is summer?

Much have I travell'd in the realms of gold.

It is a flaw In happiness to see beyond our bourn, - It forces us in summer skies to mourn, It spoils the singing of the nightingale.

My chest of books divide amongst my friends.

There is an awful warmth about my heart like a load of immortality.

Conversation is not a search after knowledge, but an endeavor at effect.

The thought, the deadly thought of solitude.

I never can feel certain of any truth, but from a clear perception of its beauty.

Literary men are . . . a perpetual priesthood.

Can death be sleep, when life is but a dream, And scenes of bliss pass as a phantom by? ---"On death

Sweet are the pleasures that to verse belong, And doubly sweet a brotherhood in song.

I think I shall be among the English Poets after my death.

The opinion I have of the generality of women--who appear to me as children to whom I would rather give a sugar plum than my time, forms a barrier against matrimony which I rejoice in.

Oh what can ail thee, knight-at-arms, Alone and palely loitering?

A moment's thought is passion's passing knell.

I should write for the mere yearning and fondness I have for the beautiful, even if my night's labors should be burnt every morning and no eye shine upon them.

Real are the dreams of Gods, and smoothly pass Their pleasures in a long immortal dream.

The roaring of the wind is my wife and the stars through the window pane are my children.

When it is moving on luxurious wings, The soul is lost in pleasant smotherings.

Music's golden tongue Flatter'd to tears this aged man and poor.

I never was in love - yet the voice and the shape of a woman has haunted me these two days.

So rainbow-sided, touch'd with miseries, She seem'd, at once, some penanced lady elf, Some demon's mistress, or the demon's self.

It can be said of him, when he departed he took a Man's life with him. No sounder piece of British manhood was put together in that eighteenth century of Time.

O magic sleep! O comfortable bird, That broodest o'er the troubled sea of the mind Till it is hush'd and smooth!

Nothing is finer for the purposes of great productions than a very gradual ripening of the intellectual powers.

Thou art a dreaming thing, A fever of thyself.

I am sailing with thee through the dizzy sky! How beautiful thou art!

Faded the flower and all its budded charms,Faded the sight of beauty from my eyes,Faded the shape of beauty from my arms,Faded the voice, warmth, whiteness, paradise!Vanishd unseasonably

O fret not after knowledge - I have none, and yet my song comes native with the warmth. O fret not after knowledge - I have none, and yet the Evening listens.

Where are the songs of Spring? Aye, where are they? Think not of them; thou has thy music too.

A drainless shower Of light is poesy: 'tis the supreme of power; 'Tis might half slumbering on its own right arm.

Alas! when passion is both meek and wild!

And there shall be for thee all soft delight That shadowy thought can win, A bright torch, and a casement ope at night, To let the warm Love in!