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Sometimes we make love with our

eyes. . "A hundred hearts would be too few


Sometimes we make love with our To carry all my love for you."
hands.
Sometimes we make love with our Teaching is the essential profession,
bodies. the one that makes all other
Always we make love with our hearts.
professions possible. Without well-
I love you not only for what you are, qualified, caring, and committed
but for what I am when I am with you.
teachers, neither improved curricula
I love you not only for what you have
made of yourself, but for what you are
and assessments, nor safe schools--not
making of me. I love you for the part even the highest standards in the
of me that you bring out. world--will ensure that our children are
If you live to be a hundred, I want to prepared for the challenges and
live to be a hundred minus one day, opportunities in America's third
so I never have to live without you. century. More than ever before in our
Time is too slow for those who wait, history, education will make the
too swift for those who fear, difference between those who will
too long for those who grieve, prosper in the new economy and those
too short for those who rejoice,
who will be left behind. Teaching is the
but for those who love, time is
eternity profession that is shaping this
education and molding the skills of our
Love has no other desire but to fulfill itself. To melt
and be like a running brook that sings its melody to future workforce and laying the
the night. To wake at dawn with a winged heart and foundation for good citizenship and full
give thanks for another day of loving.
participation in community and civic
The more you love someone the more he wants from
you and the less you have to give since you've life.
already given him your love

We can cure physical diseases with medicine, but the


only cure for loneliness, despair, and hopelessness is
love. There are many in the world who are dying for
a piece of bread, but there are many more dying for a
little love.

Love is like a river, always changing, but always


finding you again somewhere down the road.

Work is love made visible. And if you cannot work


with love but only with distaste, it is better that you
should leave your work and sit at the gate of the
temple and take alms of those who work with joy.

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