As innocent as a new-laid egg.

As innocent as a new-laid egg.

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.

But innocence has nothing to dread.
[Fr., Mais l'innocence enfin n'a rien a redouter.]

But innocence has nothing to dread.
[Fr., Mais l'innocence enfin n'a rien a redouter.]

O God, keep me innocent; make others great!
[Fr., O mon Dieu, conserve-moi innocente, donne la grandeur aux
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O God, keep me innocent; make others great!
[Fr., O mon Dieu, conserve-moi innocente, donne la grandeur aux
autres.]

E'en drunken Andrew felt the blow
That innocence can give,
When its resistless accents flow
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E'en drunken Andrew felt the blow
That innocence can give,
When its resistless accents flow
To bid affection live.

The silence often of pure innocence persuades when speaking fails.

The silence often of pure innocence persuades when speaking fails.

When my daughter was about seven years old, she asked me one day what I did at work. I told read more

When my daughter was about seven years old, she asked me one day what I did at work. I told her I worked at the college - that my job was to teach people how to draw. She stared at me, incredulous, and said, "You mean they forget?"

"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."

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.