...good things happen to the human spirit when it is left alone.

Grades don't measure anything other than your relevant obedience to a manager.

There isn't a right way to become educated; there are as many ways as there are fingerprints.

You either learn your way towards writing your own script in life, or you unwittingly become an actor in someone else's script.

One of the first things a family tries to teach its children is the difference between good and evil, right and wrong. One of the first things our schools do is destroy that distinction.

The primary goal of real education is not to deliver facts but to guide students to the truths that will allow them to take responsibility for their lives.

Government schooling is the most radical adventure in history. It kills the family by monopolizing the best times of childhood and by teaching disrespect for home and parents.

You need experience, adventure, and explorations more than you need algebra!

Whatever an education is, it should make you a unique individual, not a conformist.

Creative work and critical thought, which produces new knowledge, can't be conditioned; indeed, conditioning prevents these things from ever happening.

The premise upon which mass compulsion schooling is based is dead wrong. It tries to shoehorn every style, culture, and personality into one ugly boot that fits nobody.

We are not on this earth to just stand still & look pretty. The museums already have enough statues.

What I'm above all primarily concerned with is the substance of life, the pith of reality. If I had to sum up my work, I suppose that's it really: I'm taking the pith out of reality.

I know you shouldn't spit in your own soup but I think most crime writing is like TV and doesn't make enormous demands on one's intellect.

God provides for him that trusteth.

I am quite content to come home and go to Farming, be a select Man, and owe no Man any Thing but good Will. There I can get a little health and teach my Boys to be Lawyers.

I want to be free... free to develop my art.

Enjoyment inflames love in some men, and extinguishes it in others: the wind that assists large vessels, upsets small ones.

Men who do things without being told draw the most wages.

In the deep shadow of the porch A slender bind-weed springs, And climbs, like airy acrobat, The trellises, and swings And dances in the golden sun In fairy loops and rings.

The future is already won, and the more hostile the culture, the easier it is to communicate the difference of Christianity.