A house is made with walls and beams; a home is built with love and dreams.

I believe that our own experience instructs us that the secret of Education lies in respecting the pupil.

By the rude bridge that arched the flood, Their flag to April's breeze unfurled, Here once the embattled farmers stood, And fired the shot heard round the world.

A child reminds us that playtime is an essential part of our daily routine.

But there are higher secrets of culture, which are not for the apprentices, but for proficients. These are lessons only for the brave. We must know our friends under ugly masks. The calamities are our friends.

As soon as there is life there is danger.

There is health in table talk and nursery play. We must wear old shoes and have aunts and cousins.