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.

My heart is singing for joy this morning! A miracle has happened! The light of understanding has shone upon my little pupil's mind, and behold, all things are changed!

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.

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

Why, it is as easy to teach the name of an idea, if it is clearly formulated in the child's mind, as to teach the name of an object.

If the child is left to himself, he will think more and better, if less showily. Let him go and come freely, let him touch real things and combine his impressions for himself.

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