Plunge into the deep without fear, with the gladness of April in your heart.

I have on my table a violin string. It is free to move in any direction I like. If I twist one end, it responds; it is free. But it is not free to sing. So I take it and fix it into my violin. I bind it and when it is bound, it is free for the first time to sing.

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

My eyes have seen much, but they are not weary. My ears have heard much, but they thirst for more.

Life's aspirations come in the guise of children.

Not hammer-strokes, but dance of the water, sings the pebbles into perfection.

Dreams can never be made captive.