Time with his old flail Beat me full sore; Till: Hold, I cried, I'll stand no more. Then I heard a wail And looking spied How love's little bow Had laid time low.

To feel the meaning of what one is doing, and to rejoice in that meaning; to unite in one concurrent fact the unfolding of the inner life and the ordered development of material conditions--that is art.

Society not only continues to exist by transmission, by communication, but it may fairly be said to exist in transmission, in communication.

Confidence is directness and courage in meeting the facts of life.

The teacher loses the position of external boss or dictator but takes on that of leader of group activities

Nature is the mother and the habitat of man, even if sometimes a stepmother and an unfriendly home.

In fact, the human young are so immature that if they were left to themselves without the guidance and succor of others, they could not acquire the rudimentary abilities necessary for physical existence.