Tea! thou soft, thou sober, sage, and venerable liquid, . . . thou female tongue-running, smile-smoothing, heart-opening, wind-tippling cordial, to whose glorious insipidity I owe the happiest moment of my life, let me fall prostrate.
Now stir the fire, and close the shudders fast, Let fall the curtains, wheel the sofa round, And while the bubbling and loud-hissing urn Throws up a steamy column, and the cups, That cheer but not inebriate, wait on each, So let us welcome peaceful evening in.
Here, thou, great Anna! whom three realms obey, Dost sometimes counsel take--and sometimes tea.
Thank God for tea! What would the world do without tea? how did it exist? I am glad I was not born before tea.
Tea does our fancy aid, Repress those vapours which the head invade And keeps that palace of the soul serene.
A master can tell you what he expects of you. A teacher, though, awakens your own expectations.
There is no real teacher who in practice does not believe in the existence of the soul, or in a magic that acts on it through speech.
No bubble is so iridescent or floats longer than that blown by the successful teacher.
Who dares to teach must never cease to learn.
Diligence is a great teacher.
A teacher affects eternity; he can never tell where his influence stops.
Those who know how to think need no teachers.
I cannot teach anybody anything, I can only make them think.
The mediocre teacher tells. The good teacher explains. The superior teacher demonstrates. The great teacher inspires.
Teaching is not a lost art, but the regard for it is a lost tradition.
Teaching is the greatest act of optimism.
Teachers open the door, but you must enter by yourself.
I am indebted to my father for living, but to my teacher for living well.
I have learned silence from the talkative, toleration from the intolerant, and kindness from the unkind; yet strange, I am ungrateful to those teachers.
Experience is a good teacher, but she sends in terrific bills.
But ask now the beasts, any they shall teach thee; and the fowls of the air, and they shall tell thee: Or speak to the earth, and it shall teach thee: and the fishes of the sea shall declare unto thee.
O ye! who teach the ingenious youth of nations, Holland, France, England, Germany or Spain, I pray ye flog them upon all occasions, It mends their morals, never mind the pain.
'Tis pleasing to be school'd in a strange tongue By female lips and eyes--that is, I mean, When both the teacher and the taught are young, As was the case, at least, where I have been; They smile so when one's right; and when one's wrong They smile still more.
Teaching school is but another word for sure and not very slow destruction.
You cannot teach old dogs new tricks.