Human history becomes more and more a race between education and catastrophe.

If the heavens were all parchment, and the trees of the forest all pens, and every human being were a scribe, it would still be impossible to record all that I have learned from my teachers.

All that we know is nothing can be known. 

Repetition is the mother of education.

A whale ship was my Yale College and my Harvard.

Spoon feeding in the long run teaches us nothing but the shape of the spoon.

A school without grades must have been concocted by someone who was drunk on nonalcoholic wine.

The great difficulty in education is to get experience out of ideas.

Education has become a prisoner of contemporaneity. It is the past, not the dizzy present, that is the best door to the future.

In large states public education will always be mediocre, for the same reason that in large kitchens the cooking is usually bad. 

My own experience is that a certain kind of genius among students is best brought out in bed.

The ceaseless, senseless demand for original scholarship in a number of fields, where only erudition is now possible, has led either to sheer irrelevancy, the famous knowing of more and more about less and less, or to the development of a pseudo-scholarship which actually destroys its object.

The Founding Fathers in their wisdom decided that children were an unnatural strain on parents. So they provided jails called schools, equipped with tortures called an education. School is where you go between when your parents can’t take you and industry can’t take you.