It is so easy to give a naughty boy a slap, overpower him in an instant, and make him obey, that in this world of hurry and distraction, who can possibly spend time to wait for the slow return of his reason and the conquest of himself in the uncertainty too whether that will ever […]

My son, a perfect little boy of five years and three months, had ended his earthly life. You can never sympathize with me; you can never know how much of me such a young child can take away. A few weeks ago I accounted myself a very rich man, and now the poorest of all. […]

We find a delight in the beauty and happiness of children that makes the heart too big for the body.

A low selflove in the parent desires that his child should repeat his character and fortune… I suffer whenever I see that common sight of a parent or senior imposing his opinion and way of thinking and being on a young soul to which they are totally unfit. Cannot we let people be themselves, and […]

The sun illuminates only the eye of the man, but shines into the eye and the heart of the child.

In the woods too, a man casts off his years, as the snake his slough, and at what period soever of life, is always a child. In the woods, is perpetual youth.

Children are all foreigners.

A child is a curly, dimpled lunatic.

Infancy is the perpetual Messiah, which comes into the arms of fallen men, and pleads with them to return to paradise.