Education and Knowledge

Never tire of studying, and never tire of teaching others.

When we walk together with three people, (at least) one of them will have something to teach us.

Whoever is your teacher, even for a day, consider your father (to respect and care for) your whole life.

There is no school equal to a decent home and no teacher equal to a virtuous parent.

Live as if you were to die tomorrow. Learn as if you were to live forever.

Even as wisdom often comes from the mouths of babes, so does it often come from the mouths of old people. The golden rule is to test everything in the light of reason and experience, no matter from where it comes.

All your scholarship would be in vain if at the same time you do not build your character and attain mastery over your thoughts and your actions.

It is like what we imagine knowledge to be: dark, salt, clear, moving, utterly free, drawn from the cold hard mouth of the world, derived from the rocky breasts forever, flowing and drawn, and since our knowledge is historical, flowing, and flown.

I have had to learn the simplest things last. Which made for difficulties.

Where is the wisdom we have lost in knowledge? Where is the knowledge we have lost in information?

They will get it straight one day at the Sorbonne.

We are the mimics. Clouds are pedagogues.

It takes all sorts of in and outdoor schooling To get adapted to my kind of fooling.

I keep six honest serving men (They taught me all I knew); Their names are What and Why and When And How and Where and Who.

I am the very model of a modern Major-General. I’ve information vegetable, animal, and mineral, I know the Kings of England, and I quote the fights historical, From Marathon to Waterloo, in order categorical.

Grace is given of God, but knowledge is bought in the market.

Health that mocks the doctor’s rules, Knowledge never learned of schools.

The love of learning, the sequestered nooks, And all the sweet serenity of books.

Knowledge enormous makes a God of me. Names, deeds, gray legends, dire events, rebellions, Majesties, sovran voices, agonies, Creations and destroyings, all at once Pour into the wide hollows of my brain, And deify me, as if some blithe wine Or bright elixir peerless I had drunk, And so become immortal.

Sorrow is knowledge: they who know the most Must mourn the deepest o’er the fatal truth, The Tree of Knowledge is not that of Life.

Come forth into the light of things, Let Nature be your teacher.

Gie me ae spark o’ Nature’s fire, That’s a’ the learning I desire.

May give a useful lesson to the head, And Learning wiser grow without his books.

How much a dunce that has been sent to roam Excels a dunce that has been kept at home!