Our material eye cannot see that a stupid chauvinism is driving us from one noisy, destructive, futile agitation to another.
We all like stories that make us cry. It’s so nice to feel sad when you’ve nothing in particular to feel sad about.
Yes, I am proud, and very humble too.
I’d rather break stones on the king’s highway than hem a handkerchief.
A strenuous effort must be made to train young people to think for themselves and take independent charge of their lives.
Certain periods in history suddenly lift humanity to an observation point where a clear light falls upon a world previously dark.
Children require guidance and sympathy far more than instruction.
The Great War proved how confused the world is. Depression is proving it again.
The wrong things are predominantly stressed in the schools – things remote from the student’s experience and need.
We are bothered a good deal by people who assume the responsibility of the world when God is neglectful.
The truth is not wonderful enough to suit the newspapers; so they enlarge upon it, and invent ridiculous embellishments.
It is a rare privilege to watch the birth, growth, and first feeble struggles of a living mind; this privilege is mine.
We are afraid of ideas, of experimenting, of change. We shrink from thinking a problem through to a logical conclusion.
People seldom see the halting and painful steps by which the most insignificant success is achieved.
Every renaissance comes to the world with a cry, the cry of the human spirit to be free.
