Self-forgetfulness in creativity can lead to self-transcendence.

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.

Just start the sentence...and see what happens. This is how we write.

If you look at the human condition today, not everyone is well fed, has access to good medical care, or the physical basics that provide for a healthy and a happy life.

Barack Obama has exhibited sympathy, if not for the terrorists, then certainly for the Islamic supremacists.

One's duty is to feel what is great, cherish the beautiful, and to not accept the conventions of society with the ignominy that it imposes upon us.

Behave so the aroma of your actions may enhance the general sweetness of the atmosphere.

Ah, if you knew what peace there is in an accepted sorrow!

Do what makes you feel good. Remind yourself of what you're good at and make sure you do that.

Capitalism, perhaps at its most remorseless, is a physical manifestation of psychopathy.

There's a river somewhere that flows through the lives of everyone.

Carpe Jugulum," read Agnes aloud. "That's... well, Carpe Diem is 'Sieze the Day,' so this means-" "Go for the throat