If there is any period one would desire to be born in, is it not the age of Revolution; when the old and the new stand side by side...when the glories of the old can be compensated by the rich possibilities of the new era? This time...is a very good one..
We cannot know the consequences of suppressing a childs spontaneity when he is just beginning to be active. We may even suffocate life itself. That humanity which is revealed in all it's intellectual splendor during the sweet and tender age of childhood should be respected with a kind of religious veneration. It is like the sun which appears at dawn or a flower just beginning to bloom. Education cannot be effective unless it helps a child to open up himself to life.
Here is the world of imagination, hopes, and dreams. In this timeless land of enchantment, the age of chivalry, magic and makebelieve are reborn and fairy tales come true. Fantasyland is dedicated to the younginheart, to those who that when you wish upon a star, your dreams come true.
When you are five, you know your age down to the month. Even in your twenties, you know how old you are. I'm twentythree you say, or maybe twentyseven. But then in your thirties, something strange starts to happen. It is a mere hiccup at first, an instant of hesitation. How old are you? Oh, Imyou start confidently, but then you stop. You we're going to say thirtythree, but you are not. You're thirtyfive. And then you're bothered, because you wonder if this is the beginning of the end. It is, of course, but it's decades before you admit it.