Speech is our second possession, after the soul-and perhaps we have no other possession in this world.

Love that stammers, that stutters, is apt to be the love that loves best.

Many things can wait. Children cannot. Today their bones are being formed, their blood is being made, their senses are being developed. To them we cannot say "tomorrow." Their name is today.

All night I have suffered; all night my flesh has trembled to bring forth its gift. The sweat of death is on my forehead; but it is not death, it is life!

You shall create beauty not to excite the senses but to give sustenance to the soul.

Let the radiance of my enthusiasms envelop the poor courtyard and the bare classroom. Let my heart be a stronger column and my goodwill purer gold than the columns and gold of rich schools.

Speech is our second possession, after the soul-and perhaps we have no other possession in this world.