She said that she would dance with me if I brought her red roses but in all my garden there is no red rose.

Be yourself; everyone else is taken.

Suffering is one very long moment. We cannot divide it by seasons. We can only record its moods, and chronicle their return. With us time itself does not progress. It revolves. It seems to circle round one center of pain.

We teach people how to remember, we never teach them how to grow.

Do not be afraid of the past. If people tell you that it is irrevocable, do not believe them.

A map of the world that does not include Utopia is not worth even glancing at, for it leaves out the one country at which Humanity is always landing. And when Humanity lands there, it looks out, and, seeing a better country, sets sail. Progress is the realisation of Utopias.

Children have a natural antipathy to books- handicraft should be the basis of education. Boys and girls should be taught to use their hands to make something, and they would be less apt to destroy and be mischievous.