Now there is time and time is young.O, in this single hour I liveAll of myself and do not move.I, the pursued, who madly ran,Stand still, stand still, and stop the sun!

Each day, and the living of it, has to be a conscious creation in which discipline and order are relieved with some play and pure foolishness.

Don't forget that compared to a grownup person every baby is a genius. Think of the capacity to learn! The freshness, the temperament, the will of a baby a few months old!

There is only one real deprivation... and that is not to be able to give one's gifts to those one loves most.

In the middle of the night, things well up from the past that are not always cause for rejoicing--the unsolved, the painful encounters, the mistakes, the reasons for shame or woe. But all, good or bad, give me food for thought, food to grow on.

Public education was not founded to give society what it wants. Quite the opposite.