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

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.

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

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

When I teach people, I marry them.

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

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.