The dutifulness of children is the foundation of all virtues.
[Lat., Pietas fundamentum est omnium virtutum.]

The dutifulness of children is the foundation of all virtues.
[Lat., Pietas fundamentum est omnium virtutum.]

There is a garden in every childhood, an enchanted place where colors are brighter, the air softer, and the morning read more

There is a garden in every childhood, an enchanted place where colors are brighter, the air softer, and the morning more fragrant than ever again.

What is a normal childhood? We weren't rich, we were pretty middle-class. My dad survived from job to job; with read more

What is a normal childhood? We weren't rich, we were pretty middle-class. My dad survived from job to job; with him taking care of so many relatives, he couldn't save any money.

Better to be driven out from among men than to be disliked of
children.

Better to be driven out from among men than to be disliked of
children.

[Witches] steal young children out of their cradles, ministerio
doemonum, and put deformed in their rooms, which we call read more

[Witches] steal young children out of their cradles, ministerio
doemonum, and put deformed in their rooms, which we call
changelings.

A little curly-headed, good-for-nothing,
And mischief-making monkey from his birth.

A little curly-headed, good-for-nothing,
And mischief-making monkey from his birth.

We plan our lives according to a dream that came to us in our childhood, and we find that life read more

We plan our lives according to a dream that came to us in our childhood, and we find that life alters our plans. And yet, at the end, from a rare height, we also see that our dream was our fate. It's just that providence had other ideas as to how we would get there. Destiny plans a different route, or turns the dream around, as if it were a riddle, and fulfills the dream in ways we couldn't have expected.

Alas! regardless of their doom,
The little victims play;
No sense have they of ills to come,
read more

Alas! regardless of their doom,
The little victims play;
No sense have they of ills to come,
Nor care beyond to-day.

Diogenes struck the father when the son swore.

Diogenes struck the father when the son swore.