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.

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.

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

We are bothered a good deal by people who assume the responsibility of the world when God is neglectful.

Too often, I think, children are required to write before they have anything to say. Teach them to think and read and talk without self-repression, and they will write because they cannot help it.

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.

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