I am beginning to suspect all elaborate and special systems of education. They seem to me to be built up on the supposition that every child is a kind of idiot who must be taught to think.

We all like stories that make us cry. It's so nice to feel sad when you've nothing in particular to feel sad about.

The wrong things are predominantly stressed in the schools - things remote from the student's experience and need.

I think that there are some teachers that do a very good job of incorporating culture and history. And there are some teachers who could use a little more help in that area.

I cannot explain it; but when difficulties arise, I am not perplexed or doubtful. I know how to meet them.

It's a great mistake, I think, to put children off with falsehoods and nonsense, when their growing powers of observation and discrimination excite in them a desire to know about things.

It is a rare privilege to watch the birth, growth, and first feeble struggles of a living mind; this privilege is mine.