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.

Our reality is influenced by our notions about reality, regardless of the nature of those notions

When computers are able to imagine, then humanity will get its death notice.

Her family was counting on her—to be responsible, to get good grades, to follow the rules, to be the good example. And more important, she expected those things of herself.

If you try to make the Democrats be what they are not, and never will be, you will end up being more like what the Democrats actually are.

I was not born to get stuff done. I was born to dream it and then move towards it.

Truly the stars were given for a consolation to man.

We also have to intensify our air strikes against ISIS and eventually support our Arab and Kurdish partners to be able to actually take out ISIS in Raqqa, end their claim of being a Caliphate.

I think the (brawl) made the league and the players more conscious of our responsibility to the public.

In a long meter hymn, a singer - they call it 'lays out a line.' And then the whole church joins in in repeating that line. And they form a wall of harmony so tight, you can't wedge a pin between it.

None of what we [as country] have done is credited. None of the good works. Our foreign affairs budget, foreign aid budget, none of it is ever thanked.

I don't like hearing Beatles songs in commercials. It almost renders them useless. I think, 'Oh God, another one bites the dust.'