One Of The Greatest Dignities Of Humankind

I Wonder If We Might Pledge Ourselves To Remember What Life Is Really All About—not To Be Afraid That We're Less Flashy Than The Next, Not To Worry That Our Influence Is Not That Of A Tornado, But Rather That Of A Grain Of Sand In An Oyster! Do We Have That Kind Of Patience?

Play Is Really The Work Of Childhood.

It Is Our Continuing Love For Our Children That Makes Us Want Them To Become All They Can Be, And Their Continuing Love For Us That Helps Them Accept Healthy Discipline--from Us And Eventually From Themselves.

Part Of The Problem With The Word 'disabilities' Is That It Immediately Suggests An Inability To See Or Hear Or Walk Or Do Other Things That Many Of Us Take For Granted. But What Of People Who Can't Feel? Or Talk About Their Feelings? Or Manage Their Feelings In Constructive Ways? What Of People Who Aren't Able To Form Close And Strong Relationships? And People Who Cannot Find Fulfillment In Their Lives, Or Those Who Have Lost Hope, Who Live In Disappointment And Bitterness And Find In Life No Joy, No Love? These, It Seems To Me, Are The Real Disabilities.

I Don't Think Anyone Can Grow Unless He's Loved Exactly As He Is Now, Appreciated For What He Is Rather Than What He Will Be.