Of all the girls I ever knew

Learning is a plant that grows in all climes.

Everyone makes mistakes. The wise are not people who never make mistakes, but those who forgive themselves and learn from their mistakes.

From all these experiences the most important thing I have learned is that legibility and beauty stand close together and that type design, in its restraint, should be only felt but not perceived by the reader.

Man is a strange animal, he doesn't like to read the handwriting on the wall until his back is up against it.

You don't need fancy highbrow traditions or money to really learn. You just need people with the desire to better themselves.

True, a little learning is a dangerous thing, but it still beats total ignorance.

I spent thirty years learning manners, and I spent twenty years learning knowledge.

Collect as precious pearls the words of the wise and virtuous.

No matter how much we learn, there is always more knowledge to be gained. In this connection I am reminded of a short poem that has been in my mind over the years. It reads as follow: I used to think I knew I knew. But now I must confess. The more I know I know I know I know I know the less.