Adolescence can be a time of turmoil and turbulence, of stress and storm. Rebellion against authority and against convention is to be expected and tolerated for the sake of learning and growth.

If you want your children to improve, let them overhear the nice things you say about them to others.

While parents possess the original key to their offspring's experience, teachers have a spare key. They, too, can open or close the minds and hearts of children.

If we treat people as they are, we make them worse. If we treat people as they ought to be, we help them become what they are capable of becoming.

Teachers are expected to reach unattainable goals with inadequate tools. The miracle is that at times they accomplish this impossible task.

Treat a child as though he already is the person he's capable of becoming.

When a child hits a child, we call it aggression. When a child hits an adult, we call it hostility. When an adult hits an adult, we call it assault. When an adult hits a child, we call it discipline.

Happiness... is not a destination: it is a manner of traveling. Happiness is not an end in itself. It is a by-product of working, playing, loving and living.

Only if a child feels right can he think right.

Responsibility is fostered by allowing children a voice and wherever indicated a choice in matters that affect them.

To be himself, one neeeds to be free from the pressure of evaluative praise

Ah, children of the sunlight and the gaslight, how little you know of the world in which you live!

We make people into Gods, desperate that they never leave us and hopeful that someday, if we ever deserve it, maybe they’ll love us back even half way.

That was a wonderful period in my life. I mean, I didn't become an artist, but somebody let me do something I loved. What a luxury, to do something you love to do.

The game honors toughness

Anger does a man more hurt than that which made him angry.

There are plenty of ruined buildings in the world but no ruined stones.

How still the morning of the hallow'd day! Mute is the voice of rural labour, hush'd The ploughboy's whistle, and the milkmaid's song.

Wishes are false. Hope is true. Hope makes its own magic.

There are two completely different Britains. There's London, and there's the rest of Britain.

My playing started to develop through the Miles Davis stuff I was listening to.