No one should teach who is not in love with teaching.

Books have been to me what gold is to the miser, what new fields are to the explorer.

No one should teach who is not in love with teaching.

Out of the chill and the shadow, into the thrill and the shine. Out of the dearth and the famine, into the fulness divine.

My own opinion is that youthfulness of feeling is retained, as is youthfulness of appearance, by constant use of the intellect.

Theres nothing half so pleasant as coming home again.

Self-complacen cy is fatal to progress.