We are afraid of ideas, of experimenting, of change. We shrink from thinking a problem through to a logical conclusion.

We are bothered a good deal by people who assume the responsibility of the world when God is neglectful.

Every renaissance comes to the world with a cry, the cry of the human spirit to be free.

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.

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.

We imagine that we want to escape our selfish and commonplace existence, but we cling desperately to our chains.

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.