Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world, the blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere the ceremony of innocence is drowned.

Once you attempt legislation upon religious grounds, you open the way for every kind of intolerance and religious persecution.

Let the minor genius go his light way and enjoy his life - the great nature cannot so live, he is never really in holiday mood, even though he often plucks flowers by the wayside and ties them into knots and garlands like little children and lays out on a sunny morning.

Education is not the filling of a pail, but the lighting of a fire.

The woods of Arcady are dead, And over is their antique joy; Of old the world on dreaming fed Gray Truth is now her painted toy.

Happiness is neither virtue nor pleasure nor this thing nor that but simply growth, We are happy when we are growing.

Too many things are occurring for even a big heart to hold.