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.

Certain periods in history suddenly lift humanity to an observation point where a clear light falls upon a world previously dark.

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

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.

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

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.

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.