I Feel, In The End, As If

Children Sometimes Understand Things That Most Grown-ups Do Not See.

I Went To Washington To Challenge The Soft Bigotry Of Low Expectations

The Ones I Pity Are The Ones Who Never Stick Out Their Neck For Something They Believe, Never Know The Taste Of Moral Struggle, And Never Have The Thrill Of Victory.

Good Teachers Don't Approach A Child Of This Age With Overzealousness Or With Destructive Conscientiousness. They're Not Drill-masters In The Military Or Floor Managers In A Production System. They Are Specialists In Opening Small Packages. They Give The String A Tug But Do It Carefully. They Don't Yet Know What's In The Box. They Don't Know If It's Breakable.

I Beg People Not To Accept The Seasonal Ritual Of Well-timed Charity On Christmas Eve. It's Blasphemy.