Children are the true connoisseurs. What’s precious to them has no price, only value.

The heart has its reasons; it's the mind that's suspect.

I am writing this during my lunch period, because I need to reach towards the outside world of sanity, because I am overwhelmed by the sheer weight of the clerical work still to be done, and because at this hour of the morning normal ladies are still sleeping.

To the outside world, of course, this job is a cinch: 9 to 3, five days a week, two months' summer vacation with pay, all legal holidays, prestige and respect. My mother, for example, has the pleasant notion that my day consists of nodding graciously to the rustle of starched curtsies and a chorus of respectful voices bidding me good morning.

Education is not a product: mark, diploma, job, money-in that order; it is a process, a never-ending one.

Learning is a process of mutual discovery for teacher and pupil. Keep an open mind to their unexpected responses.

Love is the ultimate giving, an expression of one's best self.