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.

The welfare of each is bound up in the welfare of all.

Fear: the best way out is through.

The hilltop hour would not be half so wonderful if there were no dark valleys to traverse.

If the blind put their hands in God's, they find their way more surely than those who see but have not faith or purpose.

I have visited sweatshops, factories, and crowded slums. If I could not see it, I could smell it. The foundation of society is laid upon a basis of . . . individualism, conquest and exploitation . . . A social order such as this, built upon such wrong and basic principles, is bound to retard the development of all. The output of a cotton mill or a coal mine is considered of greater importance than the production of healthy, happy-hearted and free human beings. We, the people, are not free. Our democracy is but a name.

Now, however, I see the folly of attempting to hitch one's wagon to a star with a harness that does not belong to it.