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.
Children require guidance and sympathy far more than instruction.
We imagine that we want to escape our selfish and commonplace existence, but we cling desperately to our chains.
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.
Certain periods in history suddenly lift humanity to an observation point where a clear light falls upon a world previously dark.
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.
The truth is not wonderful enough to suit the newspapers; so they enlarge upon it, and invent ridiculous embellishments.
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 have no firm hold on any knowledge or philosophy that can lift us out of our difficulties.