Language is a living thing

The mind never need stop growing. Indeed, one of the few experiences which never pall is the experience of watching one's own mind and how it produces new interests, responds to new stimuli, and develops new thoughts, apparently without effort and almost independently of one's own conscious control.

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

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

A period of high civilization is one in which thoughts fly freely from mind to mind, from one country to another-yes, from the past into the present.

Language is a living thing. We can feel it changing. Parts of it become old: they drop off and are forgotten. New pieces bud out, spread into leaves, and become big branches, proliferating.

The best school in the world will scarcely save a boy who hates the school and the purpose it serves and the society that created it.