We sit inert, like dead specimens of some museum, while lessons are pelted at us from on high, like hailstones on flowers.

The child learns so easily because he has a natural gift, but adults, because they are tyrants, ignore natural gifts and say that children must learn through the same process that they learned by. We insist upon forced mental feeding and our lessons

Thou hast brought the distant near and made a brother of the stranger.

What is Art? It is the response of man's creative soul to the call of the Real.

When I think of ages past That have floated down the stream Of life and love and death, I feel how free it makes us To pass away.

The Great Morning which is for all, rises in the East.

Those who in this world have the courage to try and solve in their own lives new problems of life, are the ones who raise society to greatness.