You teach me baseball and I'll teach you relativity. . . . No we must not. You will learn about relativity faster than I learn baseball.

Example isn't another way to teach, it is the only way to teach.

The twig is so easily bended I have banished the rule and the rod: I have taught them the goodness of knowledge, They have taught me the goodness of God; My heart is the dungeon of darkness, When I shut them for breaking a rule; My frown is sufficient correction; My love is the law of the school.

It is the supreme art of the teacher to awaken joy in creative expression and knowledge.

When the lessons and tasks are all ended, And the school for the day is dismissed, The little one gather around me, To bid me good-night and be kissed; On, the little white arms that encircle My neck in their tender embrace Oh, the smiles that are halos of heaven, Shedding sunshine of love on my face.

They are idols of hearts and of households; They are angels of God in disguise; His sunlight still sleeps in their tresses, His glory still gleams in their eyes; Those truants from home and from Heaven They have made me more manly and mild; And I know now how Jesus could liken The kingdom of God to a child.