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.

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

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

Education in the light of present-day knowledge and need calls for some spirited and creative innovations both in the substance and the purpose of current pedagogy.

It is a rare privilege to watch the birth, growth, and first feeble struggles of a living mind; this privilege is mine.

I'd rather break stones on the king's highway than hem a handkerchief.