When we can play with the unself-conscious concentration of a child, this is: art: prayer: love.

That's the way things come clear. All of a sudden. And then you realize how obvious they've been all along.

The creative impulse can be killed, but it cannot be taught. What a teacher can do... in working with children, is to give the flame enough oxygen so that it can burn. As far as I'm concerned, this providing of oxygen is one of the noblest of all vocations.

Have you ever tried to get to your feet with a sprained dignity?

It was not an end, it was a beginging

She seems to have had the ability to stand firmly on the rock of her past while living completely and unregretfully in the present.

People are more than just the way they look.