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.

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

The Great War proved how confused the world is. Depression is proving it again.

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

The truth is not wonderful enough to suit the newspapers; so they enlarge upon it, and invent ridiculous embellishments.

Obedience is the gateway through which knowledge, yes, and love, too, enter the mind of the child.

The immediate future is going to be tragic for all of us unless we find a way of making the vast educational resources of this country serve the true purpose of education, truth and justice.