I can promise to be sincere, but I cannot promise to be impartial.

Truth is a torch, but a huge one, and so it is only with blinking eyes what we all of us try to get past it, in actual terror of being burnt.

The child, offered the mother's breast, Will not in the beginning grab it; But soon it clings to it with zest. And thus at wisdom's copious breasts You'll drink each day with greater zest.

We are the slaves of objects around us, and appear little or important according as these contract or give us room to expand.

Misunderstandings and neglect occasion more mischief in the world than malice and wickedness.

The phrases that men hear or repeat continually, end by becoming convictions and ossify the organs of intelligence.

Good children's literature appeals not only to the child in the adult, but to the adult in the child.