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Cosmic upheaval is not so moving as a little child pondering the death of a sparrow in the corner of read more
Cosmic upheaval is not so moving as a little child pondering the death of a sparrow in the corner of a barn. -Tom Savage.
Don't take up a man's time talking about the smartness of your children; he wants to talk to you about read more
Don't take up a man's time talking about the smartness of your children; he wants to talk to you about the smartness of his children.
If you want to recapture your youth, just cut off his allowance.
If you want to recapture your youth, just cut off his allowance.
The joys of parents are secret, and so are their grieves and fears.
The joys of parents are secret, and so are their grieves and fears.
Prolifers support warwaging candidates
whose bomber planes become partial birth abortionists.
Prolifers support warwaging candidates
whose bomber planes become partial birth abortionists.
All lovely things will have an ending, All lovely things will fade and die; And youth, that's now so bravely read more
All lovely things will have an ending, All lovely things will fade and die; And youth, that's now so bravely spending, Will beg a penny by and by.
It might sound a paradoxical thing to say --for surely never has a generation of children occupied more sheer hours read more
It might sound a paradoxical thing to say --for surely never has a generation of children occupied more sheer hours of parental time --but the truth is that we neglected you. We allowed you a charade of trivial freedoms in order to avoid making those impositions on you that are in the end both the training ground and proving ground for true independence. We pronounced you strong when you were still weak in order to avoid the struggles with you that would have fed your true strength. We proclaimed you sound when you were foolish in order to avoid taking part in the long, slow, slogging effort that is the only route to genuine maturity of mind and feeling. Thus, it was no small anomaly of your growing up that while you were the most indulged generation, you were also in many ways the most abandoned to your own meager devices by those into whose safe-keeping you had been given.
My mother loved children--she would have given anything if I had been one.
My mother loved children--she would have given anything if I had been one.
A child is a curly, dimpled lunatic.
A child is a curly, dimpled lunatic.
