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

We see the moon, don't we? So it's our eye. Animals see us, don't they? So we're their animals.

We have no firm hold on any knowledge or philosophy that can lift us out of our difficulties.

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.

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.

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