We betray ourselves into smallness when we think the little choices of each day are trivial.

There is joy in self-forgetfulness. So I try to make the light in others' eyes my sun, the music in others' ears my symphony, the smile on others' lips my happiness.

I have found out that though the ways in which I can make myself useful are few, yet the work open to me is endless.

What do I consider a teacher should be? One who breathes life into knowledge so that it takes new form in progress and civilization.

Worse than being blind would be to be able to see but not have any vision.

Education should train the child to use his brains, to make for himself a place in the world and maintain his rights even when it seems that society would shove him into the scrap-heap.

This world is so full of care and sorrow that it is a gracious debt we owe to one another to discover the bright crystals of delight hidden in somber circumstances and irksome tasks.