We are afraid of ideas, of experimenting, of change. We shrink from thinking a problem through to a logical conclusion.
We have no firm hold on any knowledge or philosophy that can lift us out of our difficulties.
It is a rare privilege to watch the birth, growth, and first feeble struggles of a living mind; this privilege is mine.
The processes of teaching the child that everything cannot be as he wills it are apt to be painful both to him and to his teacher.
We are bothered a good deal by people who assume the responsibility of the world when God is neglectful.
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.
It's queer how ready people always are with advice in any real or imaginary emergency, and no matter how many times experience has shown them to be wrong, they continue to set forth their opinions, as if they had received them from the Almighty!
I'd rather break stones on the king's highway than hem a handkerchief.
We imagine that we want to escape our selfish and commonplace existence, but we cling desperately to our chains.
No matter how mistaken Communist ideas may be, the experience and knowledge gained by trying them out have given a tremendous impetus to thought and imagination.
I think that there are some teachers that do a very good job of incorporating culture and history. And there are some teachers who could use a little more help in that area.
