You cannot touch the clouds, you know; but you feel the rain and know how glad the flowers and the thirsty earth are to have it after a hot day. You cannot touch love either; but you feel the sweetness that it pours into everything. Without love you would not be happy or want to play.

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.

Yes, I am proud, and very humble too.

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

Our material eye cannot see that a stupid chauvinism is driving us from one noisy, destructive, futile agitation to another.

No matter how mistaken Communist ideas may be, the experience and knowledge gained by trying them out have given a tremendous impetus to thought and imagination.

You can't touch love, but you can feel the sweetness that it pours into everything.