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Know you what it is to be a child? It is to be something very different from the man of read more
Know you what it is to be a child? It is to be something very different from the man of to-day. It is to have a spirit yet streaming from the waters of baptism; it is to believe in love, to believe in loveliness, to believe in belief; it is to be so little that the elves can reach to whisper in your ear; it is to turn pumpkins into coaches, and mice into horses, lowness into loftiness, and nothing into everything, for each child has its fairy godmother in its own soul.
No, it is not only our fate but our business to lose innocence, and once we have lost that, it read more
No, it is not only our fate but our business to lose innocence, and once we have lost that, it is futile to attempt a picnic in Eden.
It is well for the heart to be naive and the mind not to be.
It is well for the heart to be naive and the mind not to be.
O, take the sense, sweet, of my innocence
Love takes the meaning in love's conference.
O, take the sense, sweet, of my innocence
Love takes the meaning in love's conference.
Hence, bashful cunning,
And prompt me, plain and holy innocence!
Hence, bashful cunning,
And prompt me, plain and holy innocence!
What narrow innocence it is for one to be good only according to
the law.
[Lat., Quam angusta read more
What narrow innocence it is for one to be good only according to
the law.
[Lat., Quam angusta innocentia est, ad legem bonum esse.]
"In innocence there is no strength against evil," said
Sparrowhawk, a little wryly. "But there is strength in it read more
"In innocence there is no strength against evil," said
Sparrowhawk, a little wryly. "But there is strength in it for
good."
A babe in the house is a well-spring of pleasure, a messenger of peace and love, a resting place for read more
A babe in the house is a well-spring of pleasure, a messenger of peace and love, a resting place for innocence on earth, a link between angels and men
We were as twinned lambs that did frisk i' th' sun,
And bleat the one at th' other. What read more
We were as twinned lambs that did frisk i' th' sun,
And bleat the one at th' other. What we changed
Was innocence for innocence; we knew not
The doctrine of ill-doing, nor dreamed
That any did.
