Certain periods in history suddenly lift humanity to an observation point where a clear light falls upon a world previously dark.

You can't touch love, but you can feel the sweetness that it pours into everything.

We all make mistakes, as the hedgehog said as he climbed off the scrubbing brush

I'd rather break stones on the king's highway than hem a handkerchief.

The truth is not wonderful enough to suit the newspapers; so they enlarge upon it, and invent ridiculous embellishments.

Education in the light of present-day knowledge and need calls for some spirited and creative innovations both in the substance and the purpose of current pedagogy.

I cannot explain it; but when difficulties arise, I am not perplexed or doubtful. I know how to meet them.

Too often, I think, children are required to write before they have anything to say. Teach them to think and read and talk without self-repression, and they will write because they cannot help it.

Our material eye cannot see that a stupid chauvinism is driving us from one noisy, destructive, futile agitation to another.

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.

If you hold onto a man hoping someone else won't get them you have learned how to be desperate, not wise.

Scatter joy!

My dad took on every job he could get. He worked like mad. But then, at some point, he had saved up enough to open his first pub.

Colonialism is an idea born in the West that drives Western countries - like France, Italy, Belgium, Great Britain - to occupy countries outside of Europe.

My wife is a light eater. As soon as it's light, she starts to eat.

Everything you listen to when you are 17 should be embarrassing, otherwise you are way too cool.

Go to forest to meet the wise green friends!

The greatest tyrannies are always perpetuated in the name of the noblest causes.

The words, when they came to my heart, were so gentle, and familiar -- and so very sad: What is this you have done?