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

What can be heavier than wealth than freedom?

When I teach people, I marry them.

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

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.

Not just part of us becomes a teacher. It engages the whole self - the woman or man, wife or husband, mother or father, the lover, scholar or artist in you as well as the teacher earning money.

I've got to relearn what I was supposed to have learned.