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

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

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

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 highest form of intelligence is wisdom

The bond of love, we unite the world.

Society judges people by their successes. I get attracted by their dedication, simplicity, and humility.

I refuse to admit that I am more than fifty-two even if that does make my sons illegitimate.

I always like to arrive at the airport early to enjoy breakfast and lounge about so that when I get on the plane all my travel fever has disappeared.

The world would have you agree with its dismal dream of limitation. But the light would have you soar like the eagle of your sacred visions.

Do what you feel in your heart to be right - for you'll be criticized anyway. You'll be damned if you do, and damned if you don't.

They see poetry in what I have done. No. I apply my methods, and that is all there is to it.

I find men terribly exciting, and any girl who says she doesn't is an anemic old maid, a streetwalker, or a saint.

That's not a real answer.' Says who?' Says me. I mean real fear, like of failure, of death, of regret. Like that. Something that keeps you awake nights, questioning your very existence.' Clowns.