The Truth Is Not Wonderful Enough To

Children Require Guidance And Sympathy Far More Than Instruction.

Is It Not True, Then, That My Life With All Its Limitation Touches At Many Points The Life Of The World Beautiful? Everything Has Its Wonders, Even Darkness And Silence, And I Learn, Whatever State I May Be, Therein To Be Content.

You Cannot Touch The Clouds, You Know; But You Feel The Rain And Know How Glad The Flowers And The Thirsty Earth Are To Have It After A Hot Day. You Cannot Touch Love Either; But You Feel The Sweetness That It Pours Into Everything. Without Love You Would Not Be Happy Or Want To Play.

I Am Beginning To Suspect All Elaborate And Special Systems Of Education. They Seem To Me To Be Built Up On The Supposition That Every Child Is A Kind Of Idiot Who Must Be Taught To Think.

The Wrong Things Are Predominantly Stressed In The Schools - Things Remote From The Student's Experience And Need.