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

You must be true to yourself. Strong enough to be true to yourself. Brave enough to be strong enough to be true to yourself. Wise enough to be brave enough to be strong enough to shape yourself from what you actually are.

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

I see the mind of the five-year-old as a volcano with two vents: destructiveness and creativeness.

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

Education, fundamentally, is the increase of the percentage of the conscious in relation to the unconscious. It must be a developing idea.

A comforting acquaintance, hope, a contagious thing like spring, inebriating like lager.