I think that any important educational goal can be realized via several routes.

Anything that is worth teaching can be presented in many different ways. These multiple ways can make use of our multiple intelligences.

It's not how smart you are that matters, what really counts is how you are smart.

You learn at your best when you have something you care about and can get pleasure in being engaged in.

The Goal of Education is to Help People Use Their Minds Better

If you are not prepared to resign or be fired for what you believe in, then you are not a worker, let alone a professional. You are a slave.

Intelligence is the ability to find and solve problems and create products of value in one's own culture.

Kids make their mark in life by doing what they can do, not what they can't... School is important, but life is more important. Being happy is using your skills productively, no matter what they are.

All human beings have all of the intelligences. But we differ, for both genetic and experiential reasons, in our profile of intelligences at any moment.

Teachers must be encouraged - I almost said 'freed', to pursue an education that strives for depth of understanding.

Stories are the single most powerful tool in a leader's toolkit.

Data data everywhere but not a thought to think.

I will not glory, even in my orthodoxy, for even that can be a snare if I make a god of it... Let us rejoice in Him in all His fullness and in Him alone.

The visible world is but man turned inside out that he may be revealed to himself.

You have to look in the mirror and see yourself. If it feels good, then I know it's for me. I don't dress to be stared at, I dress for myself.

Education is what is left after all that has been learnt is forgotten.

Let yourself daydream sometimes... Allow spontaneous images to come and go. Capture one in a sketch. These images express connections with your inner self.

War was my university. Everything has proceeded from there.

If you believe it and desire it, you can acquire it.

If there were dreams to sell, Merry and sad to tell, And the crier rung his bell, What would you buy?