How much of my true self I camouflage and choke in order to commend myself to him, denying the fullness of me. How often have I paraded sweetness and interest when I felt otherwise; pretended to take careful leave of him on many an occasion when I would rather have walked right out. How I've toned myself down, diluted myself to maintain his approval.

I flung my tongue round like a cat-o'-nine-tails so that my pleasant peaceful infant room became little less than a German concentration camp as I took out on the children what life should have got.

Love has the quality of informing almost everything - even one's work.

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

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

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

... 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.