There is beauty in everything, even in silence and darkness.

It was my teacher's genius, her quick sympathy, her loving tact which made the first years of my education so beautiful. It was because she seized the right moment to impart knowledge that made it so pleasant and acceptable to me.

Literature is my Utopia. Here I am not disenfranchised. No barrier of the senses shuts me out from the sweet, gracious discourse of my book friends. They talk to me without embarrassment or awkwardness.

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

I am thankful that in a troubled world no calamity can prevent the return of spring.

health in all lands is among the indispensable guarantees of human progress.

I am a child of my generation, and I rejoice that I live in such splendidly disturbing times.