A very wise old teacher once said: I consider a day's teaching wasted if we do not all have one hearty laugh.

What is politics but persuading the public to vote for this and support that and endure these for the promise of those?

Many people have played themselves to death. Many people have eaten and drunk themselves to death. Nobody ever thought himself to death.

These are not books, lumps of lifeless paper, but minds alive on the shelves.

Wherever there are beginners and experts, old and young, there is some kind of learning going on, some kind of teaching. We are all pupils and we are all teachers.

A teacher must believe in the value and interest of his subject as a doctor believes in health.

He meant that when people laugh together, they cease to be young and old, master and pupils, jailer and prisoners. They become a single group of human beings enjoying its existence.

The relation between parents and children is essentially based on teaching.

If you do not actually like boys and girls, or young men and young women, give up teaching.

Many of the twisted minds and crippled characters in the world were made by careless parents who kept their children away from knives and fires, but put permanent scars on their souls.

Bad teaching wastes a great deal of effort, and spoils many lives which might have been full of energy and happiness.

The biggest of obstacle in life, is not failure. The biggest obstacle, is the fear of failure.

Three things in human life are important. The first is to be kind. The second is to be kind. And the third is to be kind.

If I eat a huge meal and I can get the girl to rub my belly, I think that's about as romantic as I can think of.

It's a little bit about how I felt about Hail, Caesar! and now Star Wars. I could not have predicted those things happening to me. But I'm just happy they come along.

One of our gravest concerns is the entry of a nuclear device or materials into the U.S.

Mozart encompasses the entire domain of musical creation, but I've got only the keyboard in my poor head.

If we don't take that time (to be romantic), then it's karate, then it's ballet, and then there's Christmas, and then my husband is flying off to tour around the world.

Then strong, warm arms wrapped around me from behind. "I've got you," Tod whispered in my ear.

Sound judgment is the ground of writing well.

Curiosity is a mistress whose slaves decline no sacrifice.