I have slowly come to realize that a family is composed of people who are teaching one another.

Love ... is the honoring of others in a way that grants them the grace of their own autonomy and allows mutual discovery.

I had forgotten what sleep is like - a kingdom all its own.

The finest teaching touches in a student a spring neither teacher nor student could possibly have preconceived.

I come to the point of using steel, and simply cannot. It's like the marriage proposal of a perfectly eligible man who just isn't loveable. It is wood I love.

the more visible my work became, the less visible I grew to myself.

the knowledge of personal failure ... is the invaluable predicate of all honest compassion.