... 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.

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

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

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

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.

When I teach people, I marry them.

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