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.

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

A strenuous effort must be made to train young people to think for themselves and take independent charge of their lives.

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

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

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.

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.