I flung my tongue round like a cat-o'-nine-tails so that my pleasant peaceful infant room became little less than a German concentration camp as I took out on the children what life should have got.

Children have two visions, the inner and the outer. Of the two the inner vision is brighter.

It's just as possible to live to the full in a narrow corner as it is in bigness.

Self-forgetfulness in creativity can lead to self-transcendence.

... of the two kinds of order, the conscious and the unconscious order, only one is real. It's the order in the deep hidden places.

The truth is that I am enslaved... in one vast love affair with 70 children.

As the blackness of the night recedes so does the nadir of yesterday. The child I am forgets so quickly.