I am my own Universe, I my own Professor.

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

When love turns away, now, I don't follow it. I sit and suffer, unprotesting, until I feel the tread of another step.

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

We already have so much pressure towards sameness through radio, film and comic outside the school, that we can't afford to do a thing inside that is not toward individual development.

Being always overavid, I demand from those I love a love equal to mine, which, being balanced people, they cannot supply.

Off fall the wife, the mother, the lover, the teacher, and the violent artist takes over. I am I alone. I belong to no one but myself. I mate with no one but the spirit. I own no land, have no kin, no friend or enemy. I have no road but this one.