Everything I do is kind of a lesson, even if I am the only person who learns it.

That's what teaching is, the art of explanation: presenting the right information in the right order in a memorable way.

Great teachers will never be able to make up for bad parents, nor should they be expected to.

Here, let me break it down for you, so you know what I say is true: Teachers? Teachers make a difference! Now what about you?

Teachers shouldn't make the mistake of always thinking they're the smartest person in the room

Simply put, the best teachers are the ones you work your tail off for because in the end you just don't want them to think any less of you. You want and need their approval.

The best teachers that I had were always the ones I never wanted to disappoint.

It is not enough these days to simply QUESTION AUTHORITY. You have to speak with it, too.

You want to know what I make? I make kids work harder than they ever thought they could. I can make a C+ feel like a Congressional Medal of Honor, and I can make a...

Say what you believe in a manner that bespeaks the determination with which you believe it.

Who can teach when there are such lessons to be learned

Woe to that seven months abortion who thinks to take advantage of the accidents of birth, and, mocking the call of duty, sneaks off to stare at a wall in China!

When the reality looks magnificent, a real art of photography has only one choice: To capture this beauty magnificently!

Anyone - your daddy or mine, your ancestor or mine, your god or mine - who bays for blood of "infidels" is an a***ole. And non-divine.

Jealousy is perhaps the most involuntary of all strong emotions. It steals consciousness, it lies deeper than thought. It is always there, like a blackness in the eye, it discolours the world.

If asked whether I am finally letting God love me, just as I am, I would answer, 'No, but I'm trying.

I go on YouTube when somebody says to look something up.

I live in Connecticut, but eventually I'd like to move back to New Orleans. I grew up there; the pace is a bit slower. Plus, I love crawfish and po'boys.

I feel strikingly domestic. We're in our own world with two busses and trucks.

I do not judge, I only chronicle.

I'll seek a four leaved shamrock in all thy fairy dells, And if I find the charmed leaves, oh, how I'll weave my spells!