There are very few real teachers. Teaching is not a job; it is a vocation. To be a great one many qualities must be combined: love of truth, knowledge, reverence, loving concern for one's students, clarity and patience.
Alice Von HildebrandRead
One thing is certain: When the time has come, nothing which is man-made will subsist. One day, all human accomplishments will be reduced to a pile of ashes. But every single child to whom a has given birth will live forever, for he has been given an immortal soul made to God's image and likeness.
Interpretation
Human achievements are temporary, but the souls of children are eternal.
Alice Von Hildebrand emphasizes the transient nature of human accomplishments compared to the everlasting essence of the human soul. While material successes and creations may fade away, the spiritual and moral legacies we instill in the next generation endure, reflecting the divine image bestowed upon them by God.
In practice
This quote would make a poignant addition to a speech at a graduation ceremony, focusing on the legacy of education and values.
There are very few real teachers. Teaching is not a job; it is a vocation. To be a great one many qualities must be combined: love of truth, knowledge, reverence, loving concern for one's students, clarity and patience.
We should give as we would receive, cheerfully, quickly, and without hesitation; for there is no grace in a benefit that sticks to the fingers.
I feel it now: there's a power in me to grasp and give shape to my world I know that nothing has ever been real without my beholding it. All becoming has need me.
The true life is not reducible to words spoken or written, not by anyone, ever.
If we move in mass, be it ever so circuitously, we shall attain our object; but if we break into squads, everyone pursuing the path he thinks most direct, we become an easy conquest to those who can now barely hold us in check.
England has always been disinclined to accept human nature.
This brings me back to the image of Kafka standing before a fish in the Berlin aquarium, a fish on which his gaze fell in a newly found peace after he decided not to eat animals. Kafka recognized that fish as a member of his invisible family- not as his equal, of course, but as another being that was his concern.
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