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

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!

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

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.

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

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.

Yes, I am proud, and very humble too.