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

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

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

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

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.

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

Education, fundamentally, is the increase of the percentage of the conscious in relation to the unconscious. It must be a developing idea.

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.

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?

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

The truth is that I am enslaved... in one vast love affair with 70 children.

There is always danger for those who are afraid.

Never be challenged by the number of people you have but by the impact the number of people can make.

But are not this struggle and even the mistakes one may make better and do they not develop us more than if we kept systematically away from emotions?

Folks in their 60s and 80s are reinventing how older people live.

I have yet to find a faithful tithe payer who cannot testify that in a very literal and wonderful way the windows of Heaven have been opened and blessings have been poured out upon him or her.

Color was not given to us in order that we should imitate Nature. It was given to us so that we can express our emotions.

How beautiful is youth! how bright it gleams with its illusions, aspirations, dreams! Book of Beginnings, Story without End, Each maid a heroine, and each man a friend!

It's fiction's job to express how it feels to be living now, and it's a complex feeling, full of contradiction. To me it often feels like a brutal trivialization of reality.

[Whenever] you get near the human race, there's layers and layers of nonsense.

Slow down and remember this: Most things make no difference.