I have made my limitations tools of learning and true joy.

I am beginning to suspect all elaborate and special systems of education. They seem to me to be built up on the supposition that every child is a kind of idiot who must be taught to think. Whereas, if the child is left to himself, he will think more and better, if less showily.

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

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

For three things I thank God every day of my life: thanks that he has vouchsafed me knowledge of his works; deep thanks that he has set in my darkness the lamp of faith; deep, deepest thanks that I have another life to look forward to--a life joyous with light and flowers and heavenly song.

Happiness is like the mountain summit. It is sometimes hidden by clouds, but we know it is there.

This great republic is a mockery of freedom as long as you are doomed to dig and sweat to earn a miserable living while the masters enjoy the fruit of your toil.