The truth is, when all is said and done, one does not teach a subject, one teaches a student how to learn it.

History, like a vast river, propels logs, vegetation, rafts, and debris; it is full of live and dead things, some destined for resurrection; it mingles many waters and holds in solution invisible substances stolen from distant soils.

Art distills sensation and embodies it with enhanced meaning in a memorable form - or else it is not art.

The test and the use of man's education is that he finds pleasure in the exercise of his mind.

Education in the United States is a passion and a paradox. Millions want it, and commend it, and are busy about it. At the same time they degrade it by trying to get it free of charge and free of work.

The professionals resemble and recognize each other by virtue of the stigmata that their trade has left upon them. They are like the dog in the fable, whose collar has made an indelible mark around his neck. The amateur is the shaggy wolf whom no dog had better trust too far.

It seems a long time since the morning mail could be called correspondence.