A comforting acquaintance, hope, a contagious thing like spring, inebriating like lager.

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.

Serious people are not easily distracted!

It's warts and all in my songs, and I think that's why people can relate to them.

I get a special joy in knowing people feel comfortable if they see me in Wal-Mart or in a no-frills section trying to get something on a discount.

I think the obvious answer is I was raised in New York City, so growing up, not only myself but my family, like my father, we would watch a lot of Scorsese films.

I still want to return home whenever I get a chance.

In a funny way, the stories keep themselves alive by emerging from one another. I like that.

What can I know? What ought I to do? What may I hope?

The major thing is to view biology as an information science.

America is a song that sounds the best when we all sing together - at least for a while.

I am very selfish, really. I lived for love.