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

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

It is not so much the content of what one says as the way in which one says it. However important the thing you say, what's the good of it if not heard or, being heard, not felt?

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

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

There is only one answer to destructiveness and that is creativity.

No other job in the world could possibly dispossess one so completely as this job of teaching. You could stand all day in a laundry, for instance, still in possession of your mind. But this teaching utterly obliterates you. It cuts right into your being: essentially, it takes over your spirit. It drags it out from where it would hide.