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

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

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.

At certain times and in certain schools it is orthodox to be a rebel; and in general it is a very poor class that does not contain at least three pupils who can be counted on to oppose the teachers authority and loudly and persistently to question everything he says.

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.

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

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