Do ye hear the children weeping, O my brothers,
Ere the sorrow comes with years?
They are read more

Do ye hear the children weeping, O my brothers,
Ere the sorrow comes with years?
They are leaning their young heads against their mothers,
And that cannot stop their tears.

In Rama was there a voice heard, lamentation, and weeping, and
great mourning, Rachel weeping for her children, and read more

In Rama was there a voice heard, lamentation, and weeping, and
great mourning, Rachel weeping for her children, and would not be
comforted, because they are not.

'Tis not a life,
'Tis but a piece of childhood thrown away.

'Tis not a life,
'Tis but a piece of childhood thrown away.

Diogenes struck the father when the son swore.

Diogenes struck the father when the son swore.

Besides, they always smell of bread and butter.

Besides, they always smell of bread and butter.

Lo, children are an heritage of the Lord: and the fruit of the
womb is his reward.
As read more

Lo, children are an heritage of the Lord: and the fruit of the
womb is his reward.
As arrows are in the hand of a mighty man; so are children of the
youth.
Happy is the man that hath his quiver full of them: they shall
not be ashamed, but they shall speak with the enemies in the
gate.

There is no absurdity so obvious that it cannot be firmly planted in the human head if you only begin read more

There is no absurdity so obvious that it cannot be firmly planted in the human head if you only begin to impose it before the age of five, by constantly repeating it with an air of great solemnity

Women know
The way to rear up children (to be just);
They know a simple, merry, tender read more

Women know
The way to rear up children (to be just);
They know a simple, merry, tender knack
Of tying sashes, fitting baby-shoes,
And stringing pretty words that make no sense,
And kissing full sense into empty words;
Which things are corals to cut life upon,
Although such trifles.

Childhood has no forebodings; but then, it is soothed by no
memories of outlived sorrow.

Childhood has no forebodings; but then, it is soothed by no
memories of outlived sorrow.