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

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.

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.

I cannot explain it; but when difficulties arise, I am not perplexed or doubtful. I know how to meet them.

If my parents didn't push me and didn't support education, I probably wouldn't be here today.... Regardless of whatever they went through and how they may have been treated, they felt education was important. So, it's easier when you have the parents who support it, rather than those who don't.

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.

Children require guidance and sympathy far more than instruction.