Education, I am convinced, must be nothing more than this: The journey toward the limits of Reason, if any there be.

Far from failing in its intended task, our educational system is in fact succeeding magnificently, because its aim is to keep the American people thoughtless enough to go on supporting the system.

You can shoot the tiger, or stay out of his way, but you cannot pronounce him a vegetarian.

People who cannot put strings of sentences together in good order cannot think. An educational system that does not teach the technology of writing is preventing thought.

Thought control, like birth control, is best undertaken as long as possible before the fact.

Educationists are entertaining. We can always find a good laugh in their prose, with its special, ludicrous combination of ignorance and pretentiousness.

If you cannot be the master of your language, you must be its slave. If you cannot examine your thoughts, you have no choice but to think them, however silly they may be.

His jargon conceals, from him, but not from us, the deep, empty hole in his mind. He uses technological language as a substitute for technique.

There is no other way to judge the work of a mind except through its words.

An education that does not teach clear, coherent writing cannot provide our world with thoughtful adults; it gives us instead, at the best, clever children of all ages.

Who speaks reason to his fellow man bestows it upon them.

When we lose these woods, we lose our soul. Not simply as individuals, but as a people.

I wanted to beat the heck out of the JV guys for that, except I wouldn't know what to do in a fistfight without a manual.

For many, graduation marks the end of formal student life - the end of long spring breaks and of thinking that a 10 A.M. class is far too early.

I met Jason on a charity walk in 2001, and we got married on a friend's boat in Panama two years later. It was the perfect wedding for two people who'd already been married and who weren't teenagers.

There are a number of teams that would become vastly improved with Drew Bledsoe.

Today Mitt Romney is 68 years old. It's kind of sad, a 68-year-old guy with no job, no future - wait a minute, that's me.

Cuz this is what happens when bad meets evil We hit the trees till we look like Vietnamese people

I think I'll just go down and have some pudding and wait for it all to turn up - it always does in the end.

In all your prayers forget not to thank the Lord for his mercies.

If you see a lonely tree in the middle of nowhere, plant a tree next to it!