A child is a beam of sunlight from the Infinite and Eternal, with possibilities of virtue and vice- but as yet unstained.
A child is beset with long traditions. And his infancy is so old, so old, that the mere adding of years in the life to follow will not seem to throw it further back — it is already so far.
A child is fed with milk and praise.
A child is not a salmon mousse. A child is a temporarily disabled and stunted version of a larger person, whom you will someday know. Your job is to help them overcome the disabilities associated with their size and inexperience so that they get on with being that larger person.
A child learns to discard his ideals, whereas a grown-up never wears out his short pants.
A child miseducated is a child lost.
A child's education should begin at least one hundred years before he is born.
A little less worry over the child and a bit more concern about the world we make for the child to live in.
A rich child often sits in a poor mothers lap.
A society in which adults are estranged from the world of children, and often from their own childhood, tends to hear children's speech only as a foreign language, or as a lie. Children have been treated. as congenital fibbers, fakers and fantasisers.
A three year old child is a being who gets almost as much fun out of a fifty-six dollar set of swings as it does out of finding a small green worm.
A torn jacket is soon mended; but hard words bruise the heart of a child.
A young and vital child knows no limit to his own will, and it is the only reality to him. It is not that he wants at the outset to fight other wills, but that they simply do not exist for him. Like the artist, he goes forth to the work of creation, gloriously alone.
Above all, though, children are linked to adults by the simple fact that they are in process of turning into them. For this they may be forgiven much. Children are bound to be inferior to adults, or there is no incentive to grow up.
Adults are obsolete children.
Adults find pleasure in deceiving a child. They consider it necessary, but they also enjoy it. The children very quickly figure it out and then practice deception themselves.
Ah! what would the world be to us If the children were no more? We should dread the desert behind us Worse than the dark before.
Alas! regardless of their doom, the little victims play! No sense have they of ills to come nor care beyond today.
All my life through, the new sights of Nature made me rejoice like a child.
Always be nice to your children because they are the ones who will choose your rest home.