... of the two kinds of order, the conscious and the unconscious order, only one is real. It's the order in the deep hidden places.

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.

The author points out that novices to total war, and this Hitler and the British press have in common, overreact to daily events and lose sight of overall strategy.

When asked how long I've worked here I replied "since the day they threatened to fire me."

Expect to have hope rekindled. Expect your prayers to be answered in wondrous ways. The dry seasons in life do not last. The spring rains will come again.

I think the reason why strong women have such a powerful impact is that you've got the strength of a man with the heart and sensitivity of a woman.

Repartee is altogether a natural endowment, and is the lightning of the mind.

You're not going to see your dreams come true if you don't put wings, legs, arms, hands, and feet on 'em.

I don't want to be in some big beautiful place that nobody want me, because I play the blues.

If you ask me to describe my relationship, I mean - words are too clumsy to accurately describe how I feel in that regard, particularly in an interview. It’s a strange thing.

The soft mellow warble of the bluebird, heard at its best throughout spring and early summer, is one of the sweetest, most confiding and loving sounds in nature.

I really wanted to show [in "fences"] a marriage that is working. Not perfect, but working.