He gathered his notes, tucked them under his arm, said softly, “I’m sorry, I’m empty,” and left the classroom. The notes from those classes I threw away years ago and from this distance his ideas don’t seem particularly memorable. Those four words, however, are memorable. I knew when I heard them that I wanted nothing more than to be a teacher myself.*
James Carse

*James Carse’s Breakfast At the Victory, quoting his undergraduate teacher Katz.