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

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.

To feel as well as hear what someone says requires whole attention.

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.

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.

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

... 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.