There are perhaps no days of our childhood we lived so fully as those we spent with a favorite book.

There are perhaps no days of our childhood we lived so fully as those we spent with a favorite book.

A wise son maketh a glad father: but a foolish son is the
heaviness of his mother.

A wise son maketh a glad father: but a foolish son is the
heaviness of his mother.

My lovely living Boy,
My hope, my hap, my Love, my life, my joy.
- Guillaume read more

My lovely living Boy,
My hope, my hap, my Love, my life, my joy.
- Guillaume de Salluste Du Bartas,

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.

Diogenes struck the father when the son swore.

Diogenes struck the father when the son swore.

Train up a child in the way he should go: and when he is old, he
will not depart read more

Train up a child in the way he should go: and when he is old, he
will not depart from it.

Besides, they always smell of bread and butter.

Besides, they always smell of bread and butter.

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

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.