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.

Is it not true, then, that my life with all its limitation touches at many points the life of the World Beautiful? Everything has its wonders, even darkness and silence, and I learn, whatever state I may be, therein to be content.

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

The processes of teaching the child that everything cannot be as he wills it are apt to be painful both to him and to his teacher.

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

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.

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