We have no firm hold on any knowledge or philosophy that can lift us out of our difficulties.

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

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

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.

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

We all make mistakes, as the hedgehog said as he climbed off the scrubbing brush

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