The young do not demand omniscience. They know it is unattainable. They do demand sincerity.

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 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.

If it's fiction, then it better be true.

Many of us follow the commandment 'Love One Another.' When it relates to caregiving, we must love one another with boundaries. We must acknowledge that we are included in the 'Love One Another.

You want to be careful not to become just a blowhard.

Minorities have never been given their rights. They have always had to wage a political and legal battle to win them.

Poverty is a divine stepmother who does for youths what their own mothers were unable to do. It introduces them to frugality, to the world and to life.

I know that's blasphemous when you are from Detroit, but I was never a fan of Motown stuff. I don't care for the production much.

The Kingdom of Heaven is not for the well-meaning: it is for the desperate.

I think Pans Labyrinth is genius.

One of the frustrations of having a mind trained to think and consider possibilities was that it couldn't simply be stopped once engaged.

I was a pretty confident kid, even if it was all false bravado.