To live a creative life, we must lose our fear of being wrong.

We have a cultural notion that if children were not engineered, if we did not manipulate them, they would grow up as beasts in the field. This is the wildest fallacy in the world.

What we are teaches the child far more than what we say, so we must be what we want our children to become.

Women have millions of years of genetically-enc oded intelligences, intuitions, capacities, knowledges, powers, and cellular knowings of exactly what to do with the infant.

We are shaped by each other. We adjust not to the reality of a world, but to the reality of other thinkers.

Play is the royal road to childhood happiness and adult brilliance.

One's capacity for metaphor is one's capacity for a full life.

The parent knows that the child cannot be artificially motivated to learn; they know that he is already motivated by the strongest driving force on earth: his inner intent.

We must accept that this creative pulse within us is God's creative pulse itself.

Adolescents sense a secret, unique greatness in thems.elves that seeks expression. They gesture towards the heart when trying to express any of this, a significant clue to the whole affair.

Any idea seriously entertained tends to bring about the realization of itself.

Oh, is that my report, father?' said Mike, with a sort of sickly interest, much as a dog about to be washed might evince in his

What you allow inside of you will settle there unless you find an effective way to work it out.

When kings the sword of justice first lay down, They are no kings, though they possess the crown.Titles are shadows, crowns are empty things, The good of subjects is the end of kings.

Yesterday is but today's memory, and tomorrow is today's dream.

Even the contemplative life is only an effort, Nora my dear, to hide the body so the feet won’t stick out.

Films are always pretentious. There's nothing more pretentious than a filmmaker.

I have seized the light. I have arrested its flight.

politics and religion in the United States work like the twin grips of a pair of pliers on a critical mass of the masses.

The heart has its reasons that the mind knows not?