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

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.

Poetry is halfway between prose and music: it is sometimes like an intimate conversation, in words and phrases which need not be fully uttered, and sometimes like dancing and wordless music.

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.

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

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.

Like all great teachers he knew that a picture is worth a thousand words and that people learn most quickly by doing something or seeing something done.