Quotes About Education

como cuando el gobierno decidió implantar la física newtoniana en las universidades y la mayor parte de los rectores y catedráticos se opusieron a esa iniciativa, o

O tal vez también lo fuiste algún tiempo, antes de que nuestra Troya ardiera. Cuando me susurrabas declinaciones griegas y latinas mientras te esforzabas en que descifrase a Homero y Virgilio: «Háblame, oh, musa, del hombre de innumerables astucias que por mucho tiempo anduvo errante»Ã¢â'¬Â¦

Sobre las elecciones presidenciales dijo algo divertido, que luego pidió no reprodujera en mi artículo: que confiar a trece millones de indios analfabetos la elección de un presidente es como pedir a una clase de escolares que elijan a su profesor.

Lo otro fue que hay quien piensa, equivocadamente, que la revolución consiste en que muchos que no saben leer ni escribir se adueñen de las propiedades de los pocos que sí saben leer y escribir.

As for me, all I know is that I know nothing. And when I want to know something, I look it up in books--their memory never fails

Los libros son puertas que te llevan a la calle, decía Patricia. Con ellos aprendes, te educas, viajas, sueñas, imaginas, vives otras vidas y multiplicas la tuya por mil.

Desconfíen siempre vuestras mercedes de quien es lector de un solo libro.

El problema real que está planteando a los gobiernos de hoy no consiste en hallar una manera mejor de distribuir una riqueza existente, que evidentemente muchas veces está escandalosamente mal distribuida, sino en hallar, por medio de la educación, de la preparación para el trabajo y el estímulo a la actividad creadora, la manera de distribuir mejor entre todas las clases sociales la capacidad de producir riqueza.

Not only is this teacher educating her children in violence, she also has to continuously escalate her own violence to keep control. Her method of teaching breeds disrespect and prejudice. Her students have been dehumanized.

When people are forced to respect civil rights and human rights or face legal consequences, they don't like it. Civil rights laws will be scrupulously observed only when people accept that it is morally wrong to oppress or discriminate against fellow human beings. That awareness can come only through education. A law will enable integration in public places, but it does not foster understanding or appreciation in the hearts of people who continue to live with their prejudices.

The best thing a teacher can do is to transform the student into his own teacher. So that the student in the end only needs his teacher for a second opinion.

It's hopeless! Tomorrow there'll be even more books I should have read than there are today.

Fletcher shrugged. "Science and mathematics are all the rage, you know. But who has time for good old Horace?

The indifference, callousness and contempt that so many people exhibit toward animals is evil first because it results in great suffering in animals, and second because it results in an incalculably great impoverishment of the human spirit. All education should be directed toward the refinement of the individual's sensibilities in relation not only to one's fellow humans everywhere, but to all things whatsoever.

There have been some medical schools in which somewhere along the assembly line, a faculty member has informed the students, not so much by what he said but by what he did, that there is an intimate relation between curing and caring.

One goes through school, college, medical school and one's internship learning little or nothing about goodness but a good deal about success.

Producing is just a big learning experience.

When i think of how racist, how Eurocentric our so-called education in amerika is, it staggers my mind. And when i think back to some of those kids who were labeled "troublemakers" and "problem students," i realize that many of them were unsung heroes who fought to maintain some sense of dignity and self-worth.

I had grown up believing the slaves hadn't fought back. I remember feeling ashamed when they talked about slavery in school.

When someone asked me what communism was, i opened my mouth to answer, then realized i didn't have the faintest idea. My image of a communist came from a cartoon. It was a spy with a black trench coat and a black hat pulled down over his face, slinking around corners. In school, we were taught that communists worked in salt mines, that they weren't free, that everybody wore the same clothes, and that no one owned anything.

On the first day of the arts and crafts class i had nothing really prepared, so i asked everyone to draw themselves. When i looked at the drawings i felt faint. All of the students were Black, yet the drawings depicted a lot of blond-haired, blue-eyed little white children. I was horrified.

I knew I didn't want to be an intellectual, spending my life in books and libraries without knowing what the hell was going on in the streets. Theory without practice is just as incomplete as practice without theory. The two have to go together.

Nobody is going to give you the education you need to overthrow them.

Most of the class was Black or Puerto Rican and we all loved music. But we hated music class with a passion. The teacher talked to us as though we were inferior savages, incapable of appreciating the finer things in life. She lectured about symphonies and concertos and sonatas and the like in a snooty voice.