In school, I could hear the leaves rustle and go on a journey.

Two roads diverged in a wood and I – I took the one less traveled by, and that has made all the difference.

Crowded classrooms and half-day sessions are a tragic waste of our greatest national resource – the minds of our children.

Work is that which you dislike doing but perform for the sake of external rewards. At school, this takes the form of grades. In society, it means money, status, privilege.

He who would learn to fly one day must first learn to stand and walk and run and climb and dance; one cannot fly into flying.

You send a boy to school in order to make friends – the right sort.

This character feels so much like my brother. He has two children. He has a wife. He works with me. He chooses to stay in New Hampshire because he wants his kids to grow up in the school they started with. He doesn’t want them to lose friends. He is his family’s hero.

There comes a time when the mind takes a higher plane of knowledge but can never prove how it got there.

I went to a public school through sixth grade, and being good at tests wasn’t cool.

On life’s vast ocean diversely we sail. Reasons the card, but passion the gale.

We learned about gratitude and humility – that so many people had a hand in our success, from the teachers who inspired us to the janitors who kept our school clean… and we were taught to value everyone’s contribution and treat everyone with respect.

I may not have gone where I intended to go, but I think I have ended up where I intended to be.

Sometimes the road less traveled is less traveled for a reason.

Life is a journey. When we stop, things don’t go right.

Flying might not be all plain sailing, but the fun of it is worth the price.

I was in enough to get along with people. I was never socially inarticulate. Not a loner. And that saved my life, saved my sanity. That and the writing. But to this day I distrust anybody who thought school was a good time. Anybody.

The school is the last expenditure upon which America should be willing to economize.

The undiscovered country from whose bourn no traveler returns.

Everybody that I was in school with had an uncle or father in the law, and I started to realize that I was going to end up writing briefs for about ten years for these fellows who I thought I was smarter than. And I was kind of losing my feeling for that.

There is a time for departure even when there’s no certain place to go.

A journey is like marriage. The certain way to be wrong is to think you control it.

In my school, the brightest boys did math and physics, the less bright did physics and chemistry, and the least bright did biology. I wanted to do math and physics, but my father made me do chemistry because he thought there would be no jobs for mathematicians.

If you are the kind of person who is waiting for the ‚right‘ thing to happen, you might wait for a long time. It’s like waiting for all the traffic lights to be green for five miles before starting the trip.

On one of my last days at school, the headmaster said I would either end up in prison or become a millionaire. That was quite a startling prediction, but in some respects, he was right on both counts!

All I really had was a suitcase and my drums. So I took them up to Seattle and hoped it would work.

It’s the journey of self, I guess. You start with this kind of loner, outside guy, which a lot of people can relate to, and he goes out into the world.

The great quest of life has always been to discover truth.

First grade is very cheap. It’s the later grades where you have to spend a lot of money if you don’t do it right.

I had a terrible education. I attended a school for emotionally disturbed teachers.

I’m not much of a math and science guy. I spent most of my time in school daydreaming and managed to turn it into a living.

You can’t learn in school what the world is going to do next year.

It is our moral obligation to give every child the very best education possible.

After climbing a great hill, one only finds that there are many more hills to climb.

Faithless is he that says farewell when the road darkens.

In a universe that’s an intelligent system with a divine creative force supporting it, there simply can be no accidents. As tough as it is to acknowledge, you had to go through what you went through in order to get to where you are today, and the evidence is that you did.

I spent two years in the military service, then I trudged around in repertory for quite a while. I somehow wound up at the National Theatre, though, and then I was definitely on my way.

I left school to concentrate on racing. It was a family decision between my mum, dad and myself.

Historically, the family has played the primary role in educating children for life, with the school providing supplemental scaffolding to the family.

Against my will, in the course of my travels, the belief that everything worth knowing was known at Cambridge gradually wore off. In this respect my travels were very useful to me.

Man approaches the unattainable truth through a succession of errors.

Dying is a wild night and a new road.

Let me recommend the best medicine in the world: a long journey, at a mild season, through a pleasant country, in easy stages.

I ain’t here to argue about his facial features. Or here to convert atheists into believers. I’m just trying to say the way school need teachers the way Kathie Lee needed Regis that’s the way yall need Jesus.

Notre Dame is the one school that has a national recruiting base, from Florida to Texas to California.

Have you ever thought how humiliating and distressing it was to be placed upon a sphere? For friendship it is a boon never to be able to be further apart than the antipodes. But suppose that you are leaving together to go on and on; it is impossible. To go beyond a certain point is to return to where you began.

On the first day of school, my teacher, Miss Mdingane, gave each of us an English name and said that from thenceforth that was the name we would answer to in school. This was the custom among Africans in those days and was undoubtedly due to the British bias of our education.

To such an extent does nature delight and abound in variety that among her trees there is not one plant to be found which is exactly like another; and not only among the plants, but among the boughs, the leaves and the fruits, you will not find one which is exactly similar to another.

The road to perdition has ever been accompanied by lip service to an ideal.

What’s amazing is, if young people understood how doing well in school makes the rest of their life so much interesting, they would be more motivated. It’s so far away in time that they can’t appreciate what it means for their whole life.

The truth is of course is that there is no journey. We are arriving and departing all at the same time.

‚Trilogy‘ was more of a claustrophobic body of work. Before it was released, I hadn’t left my city for 21 years, and I had never been on a plane, not once. I spent my entire life on one setting; that’s probably why pieces of the album feel like one long track, because that’s what my life felt like. It felt like one long song.

My father was a swim teacher. We used to swim before school, swim after school.

I think who you are in school really sticks with you.

Example is the school of mankind, and they will learn at no other.

Many a trip continues long after movement in time and space have ceased.

I started in action, and then I went to comedy school.

The astronomer will believe that the most erratic comet will yet accomplish its journey and revisit our sphere; but we give up those for lost who have not wandered one-half the distance from the centre of light and life.

In my case Pilgrim’s Progress consisted in my having to climb down a thousand ladders until I could reach out my hand to the little clod of earth that I am.

I have spent my life going from mania to mania. Somehow it has all paid off.

In all my days of schooling, from preschool all the way up to 12th grade, there was not one white person in my class. Literally zero.

Modern travelling is not travelling at all; it is merely being sent to a place, and very little different from becoming a parcel.