To sentence a man of true genius, to the drudgery of a school is to put a racehorse on a treadmill.
I not only couldn’t read but often couldn’t hear or understand what was being said to me – by the time I’d processed the beginning of a sentence, the teacher was well on her way through a second or third.
It can be summed up in one sentence. Does this person have something to teach my students? No one has ever let us down.
Can one end anything? A chapter, a paragraph, a sentence even? Doesn’t everything one has ever done go on living in spite of subsequent events?
Our spirit is not dependent on the brain or body. It is eternal, and no one has one sentence worth of hard evidence that it isn’t.
I have to often read the same sentence over and over before I understand it. And I have to convince myself that what I’m reading is so enjoyable and so exciting and so good for me that it’s worth the effort.
I grow daily to honour facts more and more, and theory less and less. A fact, it seems to me, is a great thing; a sentence printed, if not by God, then at least by the Devil.
The hungry judges soon the sentence sign, and wretches hang that jurymen may dine.
Every discourse, even a poetic or oracular sentence, carries with it a system of rules for producing analogous things and thus an outline of methodology.
That kind of thing happens to black people every day in this country, and they don’t receive that kind of sentence he did, which was to go to prison on the weekends; I think he lectured there-an outside lecturer.